Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

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Go on, spit in my face
'Cause when my rose blooms
I wouldn't be here with my head bow

My feathers will be fully grown
To soar above the stars
And I will be mixing porridge
Of laughters in the sun

Ripples of smiles
Glitting in my eyes
I will be ravish than a charm
A crowning grace

Alas
When you are summoned before my court
I will give you a chance to live
'Cause I am a humane
So you'll see how pretty I'll look

Submitted: Monday, October 22, 2012
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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Be kind to those who hate you, cause in the end they wouldn't even matter.

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