Treasure Island

Count Dracula


All I Really Want Is To Meet You


All I needed was a friend,
who really understand
What I’ve been through,
and could relate to

Someone who could make me move on,
we would act as one

Bring a smile,
to my face,
would be walking a mile,
the same pace

Even If we don’t live on the same land or ground,
we were meant to be found
When we first talk,
it was for me a good walk

All I could do was think about you,
and I already miss you
You called me darlin,
and you stole my heart

We understand each other,
that’s why we were meant for one another
When you write to me,
I want to respond as quickly

Because all I really want to is to meet you

Submitted: Sunday, July 31, 2011

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