Treasure Island

Sean Joyce

(17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

Nobody Knows

My iPod is broken
Nobody Knows

It still works socially
But I miss the music

My mobile is broken
Nobody Knows

It still works socially
I can hold it to my ear
and nod but I miss things

My heart is broken
Nobody Knows

It still works socially
I get to places we went to
when we were together
with the people we went with
when we were together

But how much I miss you
Nobody Knows

Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2008
Edited: Thursday, January 31, 2008

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  • Craig Anderson (1/31/2008 3:22:00 AM)

    The lyrics to 'Tears of a Clown' come to mind after reading this expressive piece. Thanks for sharing even though painful. Craig. (Report) Reply

  • Emancipation Planz (1/31/2008 3:20:00 AM)

    How sad for you Sean.... hope the mill will soon turn to 'will' get over you - must move on... keep writing it up... One Peace at a time (Report) Reply

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