Treasure Island

Erin Hanson

(7/6/1991 / Pheonix, Arizona)

His love


depression spills
over the warm lips
the sudden poisen
kills the happiness
he shared with her.
his love
a blue-eyed beauty
much care for.
inspirational with such touch
hands abound
wounds healed; happiness around
walking that thousand miles to see the,
love for he.
too long forever cant live shall without
running towards one another
this moment
that we call our hearts about.
pains of saying goodbye forever
releasing this subvide.
together as one
we can surfly
depature this plane to get away.
maybe this is what we need.
depression pulled together.
as a hole.
forever more.
death proceeded for a while
poisen procalled.

Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006

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