Treasure Island

Scarred Unknown

(9-01-92 / Alabama)

Knowing we can make it


A feeling never felt
A feeling so secure
A feeling I can’t believe
I’d never known before

Silly love songs and cliché’s
Make more since now
Than any other day

Times without you
Just seem grey
Never knew I could
Feel this way

The way you laugh
The way you smile
I could live there
For a while

Your eyes are safe
And melt my soul
With a warmth so full
I’ll never let go

Three words silently spoken
Still not said aloud
I’m waiting for you here and now
Sad amiss the crowd

You wrap me in your arms
Like a baby in a blanket
I’m here in peace
Knowing we can make it

Submitted: Saturday, May 09, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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