Too Late

Too Late

When you knew I loved you,
you didn’t even care...
now you have the courage to say
”I’ve always been there”

You know I’m liking someone,
and you say that I have hurt you,
what do you know about suffer?
When sometimes you make me feel like I hate you...

You only miss me when I’m gone,
But you don’t seem to worry
about all the times you made me fall...
Now you think I’m gone,
You come treat me like you own me,
Now you think I’m gone,
You come say to me that you love me.

All the tears that I cried
were for you and you didn’t even notice,
Now you want me by your side,
Now you talk to me in tone of protest

It’s too late for you to worry,
You can’t treat me like you own me,
And today you’re sorry cause I’m gone
But is too late for you to show me

Now you think I’m gone,
You come treat me like you own me,
Now you think I’m gone,
You come say to me that you love me.


este é um poema escrito numa altura em que algumas coisas não andavam fáceis.
na minha opinião a interpretação de um poema deve ser exclusiva do leitor, mas posso dizer que quem apenas me conhece à algum tempo lendo poderá perceber que algo não estava bem, quem me conhecer à já algum tempo certamente vai perceber sobre o que é e para quem é este poema!