Treasure Island

alexus jones


Good-Bye


and so it comes no longer here and threw my trembling finger tips the memories we shared i say farewell to you i will never forget you i wonder if our happy times will stay with you forever but i cry in pain of losing you i will not close the book and say farewell this is the end. for good creates a swift hello from now youll see that though it hurts to say good-bye.your friend ill always be.

Submitted: Monday, January 23, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, January 24, 2012

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  • Molay Toufik (1/24/2012 8:56:00 AM)

    REALLY I DON'T NO WHAT I SHOULD SAY BUT IN DEED YOUR POEM IT'S UNIQUE IT'S LIKE A PARAGRAPH BUT WHEN YOU READ IT YOU SEE HOW IT'S POWERFUL WORD YOU SAID I LIKE IT AND KEEP WRITING TO IMPROVE YOUR WORK
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