Treasure Island

Zolani Nkomo

(15/06/1995 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

August Occurance


I'm Your Superman

You're My Kryptonite

Tell Me If You'll Be Creeping Here Tonight

I�m dreaming again,

I�m saying again because I stopped dreaming for a while,

stopped dreamin �bout your smile.

You said if I start dreamin again it�s you I should dial!

People ask what I see in you

I tell them I see me in you�

and unlike them phony girls,

You've been you!

That girl�s pretty smart!

That girl has my heart

I Said That In A Dream

If Only It Was Real

You Had Moved On

To Another Movie Scene

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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