Treasure Island

Sandra Saif


Within the heaven


I can't believe
I am broken
To two
I want to hide
From knowing
It's true

How can I find
A light without fears
Where passions star
Just never sears
While
All my eyes can see
Is just you and me

I never thought that
A breath between us
Can kill mine

I never dreamed that
Our minds in the last
Would determine

Tones can play
Sun can ray

But my heart will
Pray to just disappear
Disappear within the
Heaven he once lived in

Submitted: Thursday, October 23, 2008

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  • Justin Walker (10/24/2008 2:03:00 PM)

    this poem is real nice i can feel something from it. especially ' a light with out fears' for some reason i kno exactly wat ur talkin about. i can tell ur real good u kno how to hide the real meanings of the words in a more disguisable way. (if that makes sense haha) (Report) Reply

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