Treasure Island

robert snively

(Novemeber 28th 1990 / summerside PEI)

Getting Closer


This distance between us is slowly killing me on the inside
Its ripping and tearing but nothing is strong enough to break it
Our love is like a knot getting tighter and tighter
The more we pull on each other the closer we get
The friction between us burns like the fire in my heart for you
And every second away is a second of torture
But every time we talk the miles got closer
The tears turn to smiles
My heart beats a little faster
My only thought is of seeing you again
Wishing you were here
And wishing you were never leaving
When your with me everything seems clear
You are my life you are my everything
And now you are here

Submitted: Tuesday, July 14, 2009

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