Treasure Island

Carolina Apicella

(Cava de Tirreni)


An ordinary night

Sitting on the front porch

With your best friend

and lover by your side

Sharing ordinary things

A child of a broken home

Filled with pain and sorrow

A father that couldn't love himself

Needless, could not love you

A young men you became

You found your best friend

She nurtured your bruised soul

She healed your broken heart

She took the pain and sorrows away

Now you are gone

I will miss stopping by your house

I will miss your presence at holidays

Even though I didn't tell you,

I am proud to be your brother

Submitted: Monday, July 09, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 09, 2012

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