Treasure Island

April Swan

(3/3/95 / san deigo)

What Goes


I know I am a lot to deal with
I deal with me every day
I know I am not perfect in any way
So I understand how you might feel ok?
So really any way we go
Is the way we stay
And if you need to go
My offer still stays always
I will be ok.

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

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

My offer still stays. You need to go when you need too. You need to do what you need to. You are only human.

I am not going to die. I am going to be depressed.. but that is life.

Oh one more thing. I am always going to be here no matter what you pick. Just wanted to add that. Just in case you don't know that by now..

I know I am breaking a promise by writing this again. Sorry..

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