Treasure Island

Genevieve Campbell

(March 12 / Neptune, NJ)

Friends


Hey friend.
Lets skip...
Skip to our death.
Death of our friendship.
The friendship that used to be so great.
And now Its one I just hate.

Where'd you hide the knife?
Because I cant seem to find it.
This friendship used to be full of life.
And now you just stabbed it.

Would you like to mend it?
Then stop it.
Because you'll lose in the end.
I can't believe you even promised
for this to never happen again.

But time will paralize these fights.
So they will no longer go on.
Everything will become alright.
And our friendship will become strong.

Submitted: Saturday, January 27, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, January 05, 2011

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