Treasure Island

bruce nelson

(may 20 / fort worth texas)

My girl/my problem


Baby it will be okay dont let love stress you, and its like you sneeze everyday the way god blessed you. And if you runaway from me i will never forget you, cause when you finally fell in love i was there to catch you. When we argue even i cant stand it, cause i always think im right even though im left handed. But im going to say something straight from the heart, cause my love for you will never change cause you the answer to my question mark.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2008

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  • Delilah Miller (5/20/2008 10:09:00 PM)

    That's a gorgeous image at the end. Sounds rushed, like an argument, spoken over someone else's. I like something about it.

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