Treasure Island

Savannah Allison

(August 21 1990)

Everytime


Everytime you hurt,
I feel it too,
and everytime you cry,
my tears fall too,
and everytime I think,
its a thought of you,
cuz you say you love me,
and i believe you do,

I guess you could say a dream
is just a wish,
in which your story always ends with a kiss,
you could fly the skies,
or swim just like a fish,
I guess you could say a dream
is just a wish,

You could say a star is just
a light,
that burns so clear,
and burns so bright,
but starts illuminate the sky,
at night,
so dont you say that stars
are just a light,

I guess you could say that love is
just a feeling,
a simple case of flirting,
and dealing,
keep it up and im
gonna hit the ceiling,
love is so much more
than just a feeling.

Submitted: Thursday, January 25, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, January 04, 2011

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