Treasure Island

Vathalia Mae

(5/12/1995 / Virginia)

Phantom Reality (Part 1)


There is a burden in my chest
One that is far more peculiar then the rest
I have hauntings
From so many happenings
But these all deal with one event
Maybe this is my own personal lament.

The weather is cold
As is the aberration beating inside me
I meet a man and this is when our story begins to unfold
And I have a feeling this wont be easy

We begin at hi
And I let out a great sigh
For I feel trouble is nearby
Yet I jump right in and I cannot explain why

Soon enough Im right there by his side
We're on a date
For in him I seem to feel the need to confide
The wind blows and he holds me close and we ignore the chance of a bad fate and...

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
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