Treasure Island

Emily Slm


Forever Divided


In A place
Nothing was good
In this place
Sadness abound
In Such A place,
Forgotten, divided, and sad,
Love is impossible

I live in the sunset
I dwell in the sunrise
My guardians sit in velvet seats
My parents no longer exist
I want to rule
All I want is tonight's food
I once went to the sunrise
I saw one from sunset
I looked upon him in rags an dirt
I saw her atop a horse
In a moment, we become friends
In a day she became my friend

Weeks soon past
After a while
Something stronger than friendship ensued
Suddenly love fell
But father wanted otherwise
She went away forever
I went away for eternity

The orphan fell,
forgotten, left in the sift mud

And the boron cried
heartbroken, not really alive.

Forever Divided

Submitted: Saturday, November 03, 2012
Edited: Sunday, November 18, 2012

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To those who are overly and utterly confused, this is a story with multiple sides. The first line is girl who lives in the city. The second is a mid evil Hobo. It's an every-other-line thing. Does thy dearest reader understand now?

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