Treasure Island

Katie Mix


Bye Bye Bye


I sit here gazing at your picture wondering why you left my sight.
I think of you every hour of everyday and everynight.
You left so quick, so fast, so soon.
I see you when I see the moon.
The way you smile, the way you laugh.
I felt I could split in half.
I loved you the best I could,
I guess our friendship wasn't that good.
It broke my heart to not be your friend,
I thought it would never end.
Now that you're gone, I feel so bad
for all the arguments we ever had.
Don't forget me and I won't forget you.
No matter how far apart,
You will always be in my heart.
If you decide to come back,
to visit, to stay.
I'll be here all day.

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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Written in 2000.

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