Too Late
Im sitting in this churchwithin deep search.
Searching for the one that I admire,
hoping he approaches me in his formal attire.
He appears with those gorgeos eyes'
that make me have butterflies.
That gorgeous smile,
that makes me blush wild
Wait what do I see,
a girl looking at me.
The site broke me down,
all i could do was frown.
Now I'm reminiscing on the time we spent together,
playing in the summer wheather.
Next time I wont wait,
because I dont want to be too late.
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