Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Melissa


Lady have I offended you lately
It seems you'll not speak to me
Lay your anger and embrace peace
It sinks my heart not hearing from you
Clouds are gathering now and then
Sadness have no rail to travel
Loud thought does no good to the mind
Madness is an alien to this route
I put this word together in anticipation
Pray you look my way this day
I pull every string to make this melody
Play it, while it last, dance, while you can

As sunset touches your roof I'll set off this part
As sunrise will kiss my foot in a distance land

Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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