Treasure Island

Joel Roderick Bisson

(21st May 1981 / Syracuse, New York, United States)

Anniversaries Of Life


Today marks the anniversary of something
Something in my life worth living for
I want to be the one to ask you one thing
To marry me and have my babies for your
Touch is resistable as is your kiss
I want to hold you for the everlasting days
And then I will never ever ever miss
The moments of our lives as the rest of days
And the ways of the dying as are the young
Simple notion since we have begun
To be an item as they call it
But I will never give up on it.

Submitted: Friday, March 14, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 14, 2014

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