Treasure Island

Travis Johnson

(06 Sept 86 / Evansville, IN)

Can You Hear It?


If you could hear my heart beat
I wouldn’t have to say a word
It would tell you my life story
From noun to noun and verb to verb
It would tell you my good times
When it seemed I had wings like a bird
And tell my bad times
When I hit the bottom landed in the dirt
From time like when I thought
She was the one
And back in ’06 when I was like
Man, look what I’ve done
Even stories so sad
Like when she left me in the rain
And had broke-up problems so bad
If you heard it you would cry and feel my pain
That’s why I need a girl
That I can keep all to myself
And I can tell her my deepest secrets
I’ve never told anyone else

Submitted: Friday, February 20, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, October 27, 2009

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  • LeChelle Jones ♥ Endless luv♥ (6/18/2009 4:22:00 PM)

    This was beautiful, It was very smart and unique of u 2 speak about ur heart beat in that way...hope u find that girl that can understand all ur heart has 2 say.

    And if u already have I suggest u hold her tight and let her know how u feel everynite...cuz life can be over b4 u know it :)

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