Treasure Island

Gabriella Franco

(9.8.91)

Ocean Of Love


You know you're in love when every song fits
You know you're sprung when you can't think
You know you're in trouble when nothing else matters
Love. Love is an ocean and you're starding to sink

When you've been down so long you can barely stand
When you've hit rock bottom and you can't get up
When you're tired but you can't stop runnin
Maybe It's time to sink in the ocean of love.

Submitted: Saturday, September 09, 2006
Edited: Saturday, September 04, 2010
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  • Leo Lopes (9/10/2006 9:12:00 PM)

    I love this one also
    ... i'm not afraid to sink
    ..as long as somebody sinks with me ;)
    Metaphorically speaking honey (Report) Reply

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