Treasure Island

Anthony James


New Year's Day


A year has passed and still the same.

I search for things I cannot claim.

Your eyes still haunt my deepest dreams,

I yearn for relief, a desert stream.

So I write to you from worlds away,

These words you'll read, this pain will stay.

Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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Just somthing I wrote for someone I miss and wont be comming back.

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  • Unwritten Soul (4/8/2013 3:38:00 AM)

    It will forever remain, bittersweet to remember for you...and there will be a moment where you find that things will be sorted well soon, it's hard now but it less later...just when only you finally accept what destiny written for you_Soul (Report) Reply

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