Treasure Island

Frank Pulver

(10/28/1971 / born-(Hudson, New York) - raised-(Tampa, Florida))

Hope and Forgiveness


As time comes and goes, I see nothing, but the wrongs I started to do to your soul,
My deepest feelings are to win your heart and it is and will my goal.
My tears are starting to drip from eyes,
As I tried to hold back my love for you in Disguise.
So as you show your discomfort, I hope that you see,
I really want to say that I need for you to forgive me.
As I get on my knees and hope for forgiveness,
I hope that we can build a love that gets us away from this mess.

Submitted: Friday, May 17, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 17, 2013
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By Frank Pulver
May 12,2011

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