Treasure Island

Genevieve Pilat

(02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

One Day


One day I’ll tell you a secret
Something that is stored inside my heart
And once I tell you such a thing
Hopefully it will bring an amazing start.

One day I’ll tell you that I love you
And that you belong to me
That I would want you forever by my side
Show my love so the world could see.

One day I’ll marry you on a summer’s eve
On a beach while the sun will set
We’ll share our vows and share our love
How better could our lives get?

One day we’ll share our happiness
And dream a life made from bliss
Build a warm little nest to raise a few kids
What life would be better than this?

And then out of the blue I will tell you
That I can no longer stay
And I’ll break your heart and leave you cold
I don’t know when, I’ll tell you one day.

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013

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