Senin, 11 April 2011

TOO


TOO


We were
Much too young
Much too selfish
Much too blind
To make it

Much too wounded
Much too frightened
Much too hurt
To take it


Too much we said
When love seemed dead
To go on
And forget


Too little learned
From anger burned
Too much
We both regret

Yet there's been

Too much good
Too much love
For us
To walk away


Too much caring
Too much sharing
For us
Not to stay


Too much harm
To children's charms
To tear our home apart


Too much time
For nursery rhymes
To give away our hearts


Too much we've shared
With no one else
To go on and forget


Too many years
of drying tears
To do what we'd regret


Too many laughs when
thinking back
Remind me what is true
I find that I still love you
And I think you love me,
Too.


Jakarta, 22 Maret 2011 ' 00:39 wib

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