Treasure Island

Sami Woodall

(11-17-92 / Detroit)

Gone


Everything I've ever known in life is gone...

Gone is the smile,
I wore on my face,
gone is the heart,
where you took your place.

Gone is the fun,
I had in life,
gone is the security I had,
when you were by my side.

Gone is the fire,
that lit up my heart,
gone is the voice,
that kept me from falling apart.

Gone is everything,
that made me... me,
gone are my chances,
of ever being free.

Gone is the love,
I had in my heart,
gone is the magic,
of a shooting star.

Gone is the music,
I had in my soul,
gone is the person,
that made me so.

Gone is the love,
floating in the air,
gone is my best friend,
with her long brown hair.

Gone are you,
gone are me,
gone is my sight,
no wonder I can't see...

everything is gone...

Submitted: Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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