Treasure Island

philip teed


Here I Am


There I see you,
But I can't touch you.
There I see you,
And I still love you.
With everything we've been through
With all that we had,
I can't help but wonder why?
Why we just gave up?
You sit there like nothing is wrong,
You sit there as if you don't care.
But your eyes say something different.
There you are
1,000 miles away
There you are,
Me wishing I was there with you.
Now you are not with me
I am moving on
But my heart wants to stay with you.
You meant so much to me then,
That no matter what I do,
You will be on my mind.
No matter what happenes
I will be here for you,
As best I can.
Till the end of time.

Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 07, 2011
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