Too Late from Two Loves by Corinthia Beatrix Aberlé

Too late.

Always too late.

Too late to be the woman I was supposed to be.

Too late to love the woman I was supposed to love.

The real me, the girl who struggled to get out from within me,
Just to breathe the fresh air, she died.

Now I puppeteer her corpse to try and capture the life I could had,
But it's too late.

It all felt right when I was with her, everything made sense,
And the me that died felt like she might just come back to life,
But I was too late.

She reminded me what it was like to be who I should have been,
But it's too late.

She was the one for me.
Too late.

• Alternative
• Classical
• LGBTQ
• lesbian
• sapphic
• shakespeare
• song
• soundtrack
• Portland