To late. <short poem>

I didn't know i loved you
untill you went away.
i didn't much think of you
up to that final day.
The music that was you
i only noticed when it stopped
i didn't take the time to
tell you that i cared alot.
My love of life went with you
to late for my to say;
I didn't know how much i loved you
Untill the day you went away.
<comments, and plz forgive me if im putting to many poems down at once.>

Yes....u dont know what u have until it is gone...I am sorry for ur loss friend..

*smiles at you* hey don't feel sorry for me ok. I can make it through.

I am just understanding....I know how it feels..thats y I have somewhat hardened my heart and that is y I am such a good swordfighter....cause I feel nothing.

heh. but you don;t have to have no feeling to be the best fighter. You have to have little to no feeling towards killing/ hurting people but any other feeling you can have. Also remember... usually those you fight, put their life on the line, they know the concequences. and you should know that they know.

Yes I know very well the consequences.....but I am now fueled very much by anger, hate, and revenge...it does not bother me much anymore.

yeah, but thats what comes with being what you are. some things must be sacraficed, and others must be forgotten, left behind...

This poem sadly reminds me of a true love I threw away, so sad..