Treasure Island

george albot


Knickers


What happens to all of the words that we don’t speak
I hope that they are saved somewhere so I can use them later
To try to explain again and again how I feel about you
But how can I miss, missing you, before you have gone anywhere
It’s so hopeless sometimes
But as long as you know
There isn’t a journey that you could go on
That you could leave me or my heart behind
I am going to be with you until the end
And I don’t mean your holiday
It’s not going to change the way I feel about you
My heart is full of the feeling and the memories
That we have made together

But I still want what I ask for’ while you’re away
Because even although that I love you
I am what you said, shower time
XXX

Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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