Treasure Island

chidiebere franklin

(09/09/1993 / NIGERIA)

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You keep running from the truth, you know its true
you think I am crazy for loving you

I wish you could see the angel I see
when you stand in front of me

you think I am your best gift of all
but I wish could understand, without you I stand 10 in. tall

I never believed in the saying 'opposites Attract'
but the second I met you it became a proven fact

I am cold as ice, while you're hot as fire
as long as I live you're my one and only desire

you're not just my want but also my need
you're like my personal drug, for you I plead

I am the happiest person whenever you're near
but the second you leave I shed a lonely tear

Submitted: Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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