Treasure Island

xx charmer xx

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Just Tell Her


Gone again…
Missing her she disappears
One day gone wrong
Leaving for long, without a trace
With just her space, her face in your mind
Disappears for weeks
Or months at a time

Hoping and praying
That one day she’ll come back
To see that face
And refill the space
The one she left behind
In the back of your mind

The words that were left unspoken
The ones that left you heartbroken
Just leave them behind
And rewind the time
And find the moments
That where precious to both
When your love was the most.

Even though she’s gone
Walked out that door
Tell her she was the one
You were looking for
The one you adore
And just tell her
She’ll be the one that you wait for.

Submitted: Monday, September 17, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011
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