Treasure Island

Brad Combs

(8/8/89 / Wheatridge, Co)

Idk 2


Desire

To hold you in my arms,
to never give up hope!

To see your face,
even if just for one more time!

To lock with your beutiful smile,
an never let go!

I want you in my life forever,
I want you to fear not death!

For no mater what,
I will always be there for you!
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Regret

Regret not your actions,
but your memories!

Regret not your dreams,
but you fears!

Regret is the key to knowledge,
Locked away is the past,

The future holds a shroud of mystery,
The present is all we have!
------

Release

Let go of fear,
Let go of life!

Fear not,
The release of mind,
The release of soul!

Release the knowledge,
Hidden with in!

Release the fear,
held captive for so long!

Let go, an be free!

Submitted: Wednesday, February 11, 2009

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