Sometimes Sorry comes Too Late

sometimes when we realize the damage we've done it's too late the war already won. like bleach marks on black, hair cut too short, a car crumpled up like crepe paper... we can never go back. sometimes we say we're sorry when we're not ready friends end up gory. like blood stained on white toast already burnt scorched right through like your blackened heart... we all cry at night. sometimes when we're ready to forgive and to forget we'll have new lives to live. like paint on the walls these marks won't ever come clean off... on our faces we sometimes all have to fall. and it is really is a shame that when you're winning and beating the game that life takes a twist. and out come the lemons, but you have no sugar left you sprinkled it all on your new fake found friends... it is true, sometimes... sorry comes too late. xoxo Kyelle