Treasure Island

Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Eye must love ewe.


Eye must love ewe.
Eye must love ewe.
Sometimes it seems that ewe have gone
Sometimes it seems like eye am alone
Sometimes eye wonder how ewe are
Sometimes eye cry and wish for love
Sometimes eye seem to ewe that eye am not someone but still eye am a human trying still sitting and crying and wishing and hoping and knoeing that ewe still love me.
Sometimes it is very hard to love me.
Sometimes today should be tomorrow or mabe even yesterday.
Sometimes it is hard to see the middle of the day.
Sometimes it is the end of time in the beginning of the day.
This is a sadness not a madness and it will soon go away when eye have ewe again.
For eye must love ewe.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Edited: Thursday, January 06, 2011

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