Treasure Island

catty Alonzo

(22' January / nowhere describes where we are)

love sick for mina...........


A name every one could fear of, but I’ve been waiting for her. I wanted to see her but she’s running away… always

I could not even tame her.



She’s here, she belong to me, stuck in my cranium, not in my grip.



I am so sick of her… so love sick of her

Her mirth’s like a myth in fairytale, her enchantments are almost plausible, how I dare believe? Why would I not believe when I have sealed her warmth all over me?



She’s here, she belong to me, stuck in my head, trapped inside this beings chest.



They said I am sick, she said I am sick…

Yes I am sick… so so sick,

So love sick for Mina.



1804*C^T

Submitted: Monday, May 18, 2009

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