Treasure Island

Hera Deep

(22 July 1994 / Gaborone)

Don't Go


As my nostrils dilated and I inhaled your every scent
My heart pounding and sounding like it was counting
The amount of minutes you held me
Time stood still as I was lost in your dreamy eyes
Trying to find a way to walk away
What was I to say?
You don't have to go
My cheeks felt cold
and I was numb to even notice the tears that had rolled
You don't have to go
I will be good this time
I'm sorry I'm a Monster..
Misunderstood and alone..
The pains of the earth have gotten me old
Don't go I can change
I will be good this time
I don't want anyone else
I only fought to try bring you near
But it turns out I was just like a Monstrous Bear
Don't go I still care

10 October '13

Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013
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