Treasure Island

Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Aftermath (Joy, Joy, Joy)


the dealer dealt the cards and
the odds were stacked against me
I almost through in the towel, given up
retiring my heart from the hurt, the pain, the anguish from the burns of past relations
Until I've laid eyes upon you
Willing myself to speak
being worth your while, you've showed an interest
and from that point on my life wouldn't be the same
you're as beautiful as life itself
words doesn't scratch the surface of just how to describe you
whenever you've got the time to relax and talk with me for awhile
I'd become an innocently charming child
Eyes lit up like christmas lightings
The world sees my joy, the gift of love melt my heart and gave me this smile
More than words could express
You've given me happiness
Something only others could dream
I dedicate this to you, the one I love
He's given me you, an angel,
sent from up above

Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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