Treasure Island

Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

My Life My Sin


Running from my past.
I am trapped by the future.
Whom over a certain amount of time.
Age by minutes to be named in years.
Evolves into the weirdest of creatures.
Treasure the moment.
Inhale a fresh breath of air.
Today is the day whereby I will break
a new leave.
Yesterday became today.
Today becomes tomorrow.
I sing the same tune, everday.
I am in the same room.
The same as yesterday.
Promise, promise.
Again and again.
So I lie to feel a little better.
I said my coming no more goodbyes.
So do not feel offended.
You believe whatever you need to
believe.
I received the relieve to deceive.
Love I do not really know to feel.
So I was unable to send it.

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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