Crying Over the Past

Face of an angel, eyes of a devil
you fooled me as you’ll fool him
The silver locket I bought for you
is resting in the weeds of your lawn

I remembered the exact moment
when I died inside that night
The first thing I did was reach for the bottle
I let myself fall into a restless sleep

My only fault is that I was
crying over the past
I should have known
we were never going to last

Looking back, you seem so graceful
how easily you hurt me inside
I don’t want to talk to you now
I just want to be alone

I remember every time you let me down
but you never even realised
That I would have done anything for you
even though you wouldn’t have cared

My only fault is that I was
crying over the past
I should have known
we were never going to last

So this will run into my ailing life
I’ll be reminded of you
everywhere I go
I will try to better my situation
but no doubt I’ll make things worse

I think and I hope this will be the death of me

The End

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