Lost

Lost

A Poem by Anghellic

Laying awake late at night
Thinking what to say that would be right
Nothing else is in sight
Everything is empty and cold
I just wanted to be the one you told
All your secrets to, I would of been that faithful ear
That would of taken away all your fears
I would of been that shoulder you can cry on
I would of been that soldies that would try on
To make you smile, right on through the pain
Your beauty wasn't plain, your lips drove me insane
You did things I never thought you'd have done
Now I am trying to listen to you explain
mine was the name, you screamed when everyone else gone
I was the only one who cared
I was the only one who spent hours saying what had to be said
To make sure you're okay, but you still went ahead
With what you were doing, betraying my trust
Now you are fighting for what you once had, you say you must
I would have been okay with the truth, I wouldn't have been fussed
But you gave in to your lust, and your greed
You freed yourself from me, now you come back and need 
Me all of a sudden, what is your plan now?
Mine would of been the hand that would wiped away your tears
I was the one who made your doubts clear
Made you not worry about a thing, and now you're sorry
The pillow that you cry on would have been my chest
I wanted to be the one guy on your mind
I wanted to be the one who was there when you opened your eyes
But all your lies, pushed me away, now your cries
Fill the empty world which you have built for yourself
Was it worth it? Is everything you did worth your pain?
I wanted to be the one, I wanted to be the name
That would of been there 'till the end of time
But now you're begging me to come back again

© 2011 Anghellic


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

101 Views
Added on February 4, 2011
Last Updated on February 4, 2011

Author

Anghellic
Anghellic

Sydney, Orthodox , Australia



About
Not much to be said about me. I listen to rap music, which inspire my poetry writing. None of that garbage rap bullshit. Eminem, Tupac, meaningful poets. I like to chill out and be immature at times, .. more..

Writing
The End The End

A Poem by Anghellic


Gold Gold

A Poem by Anghellic


Random Rap Random Rap

A Poem by Anghellic