Treasure Island

Little King of Sorrows


Not for Sale


For the life of me I'll never know.

I'm trapped in time not long ago.

Each morning sun anew.

Endless roads await.

Yet I'm chained by sadness.

My manifested fate.

Lustful eyes be winking.

All longing for a dance.

But heart is steady beating.

The tune of lost romance.

The bids are getting higher,

but my love just isn't there.

My songs of pain betray me,

under needy eyes that stare.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013
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Being treated like dirt for not pretending to be in love.I would rather feel pain that is genuine than lead someone on with something that will never be. And it's been a rather reoccuring theme lately. What's wrong with friends?

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  • Titi Dale (3/31/2013 11:59:00 PM)

    Nothing is wrong with friends, my friend :) indeed you must not be forced to do what you don't want to. In theory, it is almost impossible to do so. This is a wonderful poem, by the way: P (Report) Reply

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