Treasure Island

Darren Harris

(30/06/1961 / Leeds, england)

Apart Of Me Has Died.

The nights are cold and lonely,
As I lay awake and think of you,
I know it’s wrong to feel what I feel,
But you said you felt the same way too,
For months I wanted to tell you,
About the feelings I felt in side,
I lived my life as normal,
But day by day I lied,
I lived a life I did not want,
It was wrong of me to do,
Because it’s you that I thought of,
My thoughts were all of you,
But now I’ve gone and told you,
And it breaks my heart to know,
I’ll never be able to hold you,
And it’s my heart that’s told me so,
I have to get on with my life,
And bury my feelings deep inside,
I’ll have to try to forget about you,
Even though I’ll feel apart of me has died.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 13, 2008

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