Treasure Island

Jackie Crow


I Still Miss You


Enough is enough!
I can't take anymore!
You played too rough.
You ruined a heart that was still so pure.

It still beats,
But the rythym did change,
And now every soul it meets,
Can tell it has had range.

Why must you do this,
Damage and break?
Because you I do miss,
And my heart it does ache.

I can't take any more!
It hurts to this day,
To see you, to think that I was a bore,
I wish you back, and back to stay.

Wishes are hopes,
Hopes are let down,
So still my heart mopes,
And you still don't come around.

Oh how I miss you,
Your smile, your jokes,
But forget I will do,
When the pain stops trying to poke.

Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 24, 2012

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