David Gibbs


Lost Game - Poem by David Gibbs

I've seen the words that you write,
When you sit up late in the night,
And I know that I'm gonna lose you again

What's this stuff happening to me?
That's making you want to break free,
Life with you gone, just won't be the same

We've been through so much, so fast,
I never thought it wouldn't last,
But someone else has changed the rules of the game

I hope he takes care of you,
And loves you like I wanted to,
I wake at nights, calling your name

And when he touches your hand,
I hope that he understands,
That I was wrong and I am to blame

I took you for granted I know,
People kept telling me so,
But I never knew I could live with such pain

While you're making love through the night,
Squeezing and holding him tight,
I know that what I will do is insane

But darling it's better this way,
I just can't face another day,
Knowing you're laying enclosed in his arms

I'm gonna walk up to the bridge,
I'm gonna stand, on the edge, on the ridge,
And I'm gonna look down below, at the lanes

I'm gonna land in lane number three,
The traffic there's faster you see,
And I'll never cause trouble for you again.

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  • (11/10/2007 7:07:00 AM)


    Dave,
    Totally get this one too. Isn't it strange how we evaluate ourselves on how someone else values us?
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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