Treasure Island

Ally Brock

(November 18,1996 / East Norwalk, Ohio)

I need you. I miss you.

I need you now.
I miss you.
I need the one who understands.

Where are you now?
You said you'd be there for me.

Where did I go wrong?
What happened?

Can't we start over?
I miss him.
I need him.

What happened to us?
What did I do wrong?

Please, Oh, Please..
I need you now..

I just.. Miss you..
I just.. Need you..

Submitted: Tuesday, September 25, 2012

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  • Romeo Della Valle (9/30/2012 1:57:00 PM)

    Beauty and Talent magically blended in this well crafted and touching write full of real feelings! A reservoir of meaningful words and rich imagery! I can identify with this thought provoking write! 10+++ Thank you so much for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Romeo-New York City http: // (My Visual Poetry webpage) (Report) Reply

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