Too Late

swimming in your head,
do i even get the chance to plunge into your head?
are you just too busy looking her way?
are you just too busy being my friend?

what chances are dim,
so low, i couldn't blink,
the tears they fall,
too slow, you can't seem to see,
how i feel.

immortal may be my feelings;
die hard.

i tried and i tried,
are you too oblivious?
a little too late,
i've held a hand of another,
stranger?
do i love him? not as much as,
I know you.

perhaps.

are you just too busy looking her way?
are you just too busy loving her more
than the way we used to laugh,
every night, looking and counting,
the stars in the skies,
will you make it possible?
or will it all diffuse to just another,
just another memory.

love i may feel for both, undecided,
but yours scrape in deeper
and
hurts much more.