Treasure Island

george albot


A Rock; ;


We could float or fly
To try to out run are feelynns
But like the memories we hold
They will always return
To the place where they started
They can never be lost or left
You might thing you can be separated
For a TIME
But it’s just like a shadow in the sun
IT’ can be stretch
But never be broken
IT can never end what we have
It might change
But there will always be moments
Like now where you could be a million miles away

But you’re not; you are in front of me
In my shop,,
And you are dress in the same clothes has room 114
And I’m just going to shower you! ! Sorry
It is what IT is;
Close your eyes and look at me
Because that how real it is what we have
If your heart now pounds for me,
Tell me how we can ever escape this
I fancy you today just like I did yesterday
XXX
Why can I smell Brussels sprouts
Oh ye
That’s why I miss you
Hope you bring back a postcard or a stone! ! !

Submitted: Sunday, April 06, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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