Treasure Island

Kryzl Deanne Pascual

(June 12,1997 / Quezon City, NCR, Philippines)

Gone With the Wind


Friendship was once floating in the air
Waiting for someone to catch it
You and I saw it
And each took a piece
Then a chain bound our hearts together

The first weeks were happy and gay
Cheerful with melodical glee
Sharing cakes and candies
Is what we’ve done best
And said our friendship will never end

But towards the last days of the year
I’m in great sympathy
You forgot I’m your friend
And left me alone
Never thinking I was there

Where has friendship gone? I ask myself
My mind is full of pictures of you
The things we shared together
Like the rotten teeth we used to have
But now it’s all gone with the wind

Will it ever come back or never again?
I’m waiting for you to return
I know that friendship
Is floating somewhere
And we can start over once more

Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2009

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