Treasure Island

Erica Olson

(April 14th 1994 / Princeton Minnesota)

happy


happy enough to jump
up into the sky
all over bouncing around
sad for so long
now you're all over the place
jumping around
scaring people cause they've never
seen you like this
butterflies making you want to fly
flying high
never wanting to dropp and land
happieness the greatest feeling
happy will never leave me
flying high
solo
head up high
dancing and jumping
finally letting go
reaching for the sky
reaching past your limits
flying high on being happy
flying so high
ready to give way
letting loose into the sky
letting loose not caring
wats going to happen
cause i'm happy

Submitted: Wednesday, May 06, 2009
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