Treasure Island

Oscar Robles

(Arizona)

In time


In time
We fell in love
In time
In time
We became as one
In time
In time
We created life
In time
In time
We had a family
In time
In time
We needed each other
In time
In time
We grew apart
In time
In time
We created blame
In time
In time
We started to Hate
In time
In time
We were no longer one
In time
In time
We expressed we were done
In time
In time
We might have Forgiveness
In time
In time
How much time

© Oscar Robles

Submitted: Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 08, 2013

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  • Joseph Sanchez (4/28/2014 10:39:00 AM)

    We were no longer one
    In time
    In time
    We expressed we were done
    In time
    In time
    We might have Forgiveness
    In time
    In time
    How much time (Report) Reply

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