Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

I See You Everywhere I Look


I close my eyes and I see your face
And your image I can't erase.
I toss at night and I cannot sleep.
My thoughts of you run too deep.

*** For I see you everywhere I look
And all it ever took
Was the smile you left behind.
There's not a day that goes by
That ever feels like I
Will let you leave my mind.

The night becomes day and time moves on
And soon another day is gone.
Can't break that cycle. I don't know how.
If I swore I would I'd break that vow.

REPEAT ***

I know it's strange that I can't change
What you do to me.

REPEAT *** twice

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013

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EDWINA REIZER

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