Treasure Island

Rhino Mcbk


May I Ask


I am only man
a question I may have
was it the first time you understood but kept feeding the flame
or did history repeat itself and your the one to blame
cuz I had sights first
and we all see the pain
the fake smile you try to hide
when your with him its all shame
no all these rivals
you put on yourself
like pain all from hell
a salt for the wound
a sting just to yelp
just so he hears
but looks can deceive
is it lust that I see
or is it fame that you seek
wait a little longer and the one might leave
but if its meant to be he will retrieve the golden piece
just to get on his knee
just hope you see what the little man sees
maybe a different lifetime is what you both really need

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 02, 2014

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