Treasure Island

nicky joyce

(17 08 81 / devon)

For you to see


Lying in the bath thinking
Of all the things I want to say
But when it comes down to it
They all seem to stray away
Thinking I will tell you
How you make me feel complete
How you fought all my demons
How you finally saw the real me
Thinking I will tell you
Not a day goes by
Wishing and hoping
You would be by my side

How you make me feel
Each and every day
Sometimes like a princess
Sometimes like a used stray
Thinking I will tell you
How important you are to me
How proud I am of you
For dealing with issues
No one can see

If I screamed and shout
That still wouldn't be loud enough
To express how I feel and my love
So I will put it in a poem
For the whole world to see
But mainly because I want you and love you dearly

Submitted: Saturday, September 08, 2012

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