Treasure Island

Emma Jane Rae

(1988)

~ Leaving me behind! ~


I know you ant rid of me,
i can feel it in my heart,
you don't love me like you used to,
like you did at the start,
i know you want out,
that you want to walk away,
but you know you will break my heart,
that is why you dare not say!
you stick around,
although it hurts me more,
because i know your yearning,
to walk out of the door,
no words can tell my love for you,
but i wont make you stick around,
you will see my tear drops,
but i promise not to make a sound,
so if you want to go, then go,
but you will be crushing my whole world,
just remember in your heart,
i've always been proud to be your girl! !

Submitted: Thursday, October 13, 2011

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