Hi I'm Angela from Singapore.
I write poems sometimes.
Other times I post cute people, pretty things/places and funny stuff.
WWE, MPGiS, Friends, Whose Line is it Anyway, My Little Pony.and
You aren’t the person you used to be -
You used to be gentle,
You used to care,
You used to love me.
There were songs I hoped you’d sing
But they were never sung
You can’t force out music
From exhausted lungs.
You disappeared at dusk
And reappeared at dawn
Time passes by so quickly
Soon enough, you’ll be gone.
I don’t know how you wear this shit as a badge of pride
When all it makes me do is run and hide
And I wish I could be more like you but I’m not
I’m just everything bad that the world forgot.
When we’re together my breathing gets worse
Because every time we meet feels like the first.
Why did you look for me if you didn’t want to find me?
You told me long ago but baby remind me.
Sometimes I want to drop everything and just run away
Then have you hold me in your arms and say it’s okay
But whenever I run, you don’t tell me to stay.
The charming way
You move about -
I don’t know what
I’d do without.
You ask me how I’ve been
And I don’t know what to do.
"Well if you really wish to know,
A whole lot better without you.”
How can I forget a thing
When all these singers croon your name?
How can I make you disappear
When your voice is all I hear?
How can I wish you gone
When I’m waiting for the next song?
I’m sorry I haven’t forgotten
I’m sorry nothing has changed
But the feelings that have blossomed.
Your quietest whispers
Turn my cheeks
The deepest shades of red.
With a smile on my face,
I’ll carry these colours
As I go to bed.
You took my pen away from me
Wrote my name and kissed it
Traced every letter so carefully
As if they hid your secret.
You spilled words onto my paper
Stained a canvas and you know it
Poured your ink into my veins
As if I was your poet.
We can say
We’re doing just fine
But we all have a past
And you were mine.
The charming ones are dangerous -
One greeting and you’re done for.
You’ll keep repeating their chorus -
Their song is what you yearn for.
Your love a sacred instrument -
They’re the only ones you’ll play for.
This isn’t just a poem
It’s an apology
For all the things you wanted
That I could never be
For what you were afraid of
You found them all in me.