Treasure Island

Timothy Long

(September 11 1996 / Auburn, New York)

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the lady i adore like the rain does pour, smiling happily on a date for 2 at the mall we do, friends we are understandingly, still thinking of the first love to have me repeatedly reminsce, will you ever take me back, will i be loved, looking at the stars with a dark empty heart, a new light shine through the gates of my mind like the grace of a butterfly, sadness does come with sorrow, clearing what you were i thought would help in the end, i wanted to be your shield while you my sword from the injustice, beauty your are but changing of ten i do cry like a sty, you wanted more, more than i can give, you know i would give my life for you, but chivilary i see doesn't count, if you died my entire world would break, for i made a mistake, a new has come to stay and me, i got blown away, but today we are friends until the end

Submitted: Monday, December 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2014

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the girl i use to love loves another, but that doesnt mean i don't miss her from time to time

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