Treasure Island

adia parker

(4/19/1991 / Los Angeles)


Such sweet thoughts of yesterday
The tumble weeds that blow through my subconscious brain
It seems as easy as turning around and walking back
Through the sunset
There's such a thin line between dejavu and dreaming
That sometimes I lose you but only for a moment
Sweet thoughts of yesterday
Shadows of my past and what
Used to be

Submitted: Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, September 07, 2010
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