Treasure Island

Ellirie Aviles


Broke me


I might not be like them
i might not be known so well
now, my only precious gem
turn to stones, burned in hell

done a lot to ensure
i can deny some exposure
i can resist some creature
wanna live 6 feet under


i just wanna be what i wanted to be
and i just wanna see what i am meant to see
i just wanna learn of what i might learn here
and i just want to see what is mine, what's for me...


i may got mad and shout 'jeeeeeeeeeeeee! '
i may fall down and ask help from thee
one may hate when i set them free
cause when you break my heart then i'll die in vain burn in fire, drown in the sea

you might see a honey bee
and you can see the sting in me
you would know what i want to free
it's a bit venom, in poison ivy...

Submitted: Monday, April 04, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, April 05, 2011

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