Treasure Island

Jaycee Wilkerson

(October 31,1985 / Philadelphia Pa.)

Can we start over?


A lot of time
I dont have it
In the begining
I was there a lot
I had to have it

Had to have you
My heart was open
And soo true
Look at how time flew
Even now when
I see you
Our relationship
Still feels new

You found new love
How deep is your love?
Once me and you hug
Time apart has made
Us build a grudge

Only about our ending
Lets stop all the pretending
We are truely still
In our begining
I know my absence
Had your mind spinning

Your new found love
Has my heart aching
But our time apart
Has had me thinking
About me and you
Starting over and reacquainting

Submitted: Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Edited: Saturday, September 04, 2010

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