Treasure Island

Some Girl

(May 05)

My Words


these two words i say to you
i'm sorry
these two words have much to do
i'm sorry

these two words are all i can say
they help me along my way
the are small but come on strong
they can help to correct my wrong

i look back at what i have done
i can not change what has begun
we came so far in life
we share joy and strife

i have wronged you in a way
but by your side i hope i stay
there is so much to do
i need to show those words to you

Submitted: Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Edited: Monday, July 04, 2011

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  • Adeline Foster (7/2/2011 1:47:00 PM)

    Enjoyed it. Even enjoyed you nick-name. Something I might have chosen. And I do enjoy the way you try to keep the spelling customary. Try my -Sea-shell Shop.
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