Lost

Lost in the beauty of your eyes.
Lost in the horror of silent cries.
Lost in the radiance of your smile.
Lost in your beauty, sweetness is my style.
Lost in the bottomless depths of depression.
Lost and confused like an habitual sinner at confession.
Lost in the heavenly contour and the curviness of your body.
lost in the angelic beauty of this butterscotch hottie.
Lost in the emotional nature of your sadness.
Lost in the commotional realm of your madness.
Lost in your river of tears.
Lost in the hallowed hall of fears.
Lost like a sunny day in December.
Lost and never to be found like names I can't remember.
Lost in the exquisite beauty of your face.
Lost in a rundown like a runner trapped between first and second base.
Lost valuables can be returned.
Lost knowledge can be regained once it's relearned.
Lost in a Times Square crowd, I must keep up my pace.
Lost and broken into pieces like an expensive and priceless vase.
Lost like an Englishman at the Eiffel Tower.
Lost like an emperor drunk with power.
Lost forever like a story no one will tell.
Lost eternally like souls trapped between heaven and hell.

Reviews

[gcp]

Some good lines in here - I'd be tempted to omit the word 'Lost' from the beginning of each line - perhaps replacing it with an ellipsis - or maybe just nothing - I think having it missing - literally 'lost' from the words of the piece would be interesting.

I think you use the word beauty too often without making use of the repetition - I think if you repeat a word in a poem this short you need to make a real feature of it - or it ends up feeling a little lazy.

Interesting ideas in here - good stuff :)