Ralph Poetry

Every Breath

Every day
is just another day
in the week
Every word
is just another word
I can't speak
And every breath
is just another gap
in my heartbeat
I wrote the book
of everything I should've said
I've got the script
for everything I should've done
The more I wait
The more it's just
Too little, too late.


© 1998, Ralph Alfonso

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