Treasure Island

Tammi Celina Lyons

(6/9/94 / Morristown)

I Want You Free


It feels like forever
Since I was with you
How could I tell you
That you meant so much to me?
But didn't know that
I could never hurt you
I never meant for you to
Always hate me forever,
It was a mistake breaking a heart
So pure, so humanly, so full of life.
I regret hurting you
And trust me I do.
I see your face
And all I see is numbness
Without a place,
A face so unregretable
That it makes me think,
What have I done?
It makes me think unbelievable,
But most importantly,
Where have you gone?
It looks like you
But different.
Was it me?
Was it because of me?
What do you see?
I want you free...

Submitted: Saturday, March 12, 2011
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