Treasure Island

Robert Rivera

(2-5-92 / Los Angeles)

missing you


every time that i dont see your face
my heart slowers to another pace
im lost in love, and cant get out
all im doing is filling my mind with doubt
i want her, i need her, i cant let her go,
thats why im writing this, so your heart can know:
that i love you, and thats never going to change
we seem so distant, so far, so out of range,
please dont leave, i wont know what to do,
im so lost and confused when im not with you,
this is to much to handle, stop playing your games,
please come back to me, and make everything the same,
this is a story of a sad little boy, who's girl played with him,
as if his heart were a toy, the boy is sad, he doesn't know what to do
she makes him always feel so blue, such a sad little story,
for a small little kid, this is just the beginning of what she did,
i could go on, and on, about his life, about him finding a love, his very first wife, but i'll stop here because he is sad, the girl of his dreams turned out bad, she is a cheater, she thought a kiss wouldn't hurt, after all she was the biggest flirt...... he prays to god that she would come back, but she's in someone else's arms, SO THATS THAT...........

Submitted: Wednesday, November 05, 2008
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