Treasure Island

george albot


24 hours


Trying to stop seeing,
Someone that you truly love
Is like trying to keep you quiet
That would make it to hard’

But one thing I do know is
All of the words that I have written
To you could never really explain
How I feel for you
Words can be rub out
But feeling I have will live forever

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring
And I just want to say all the yesterday
That I have shared, with you
I would not change, I did mean every
Word, but I think’ that you do know that
I would never ever want to hurt you
I still feel very privilege to snog you
I mean to know you
I do not have any regrets
Night night babe
I love you
XXX

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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