Treasure Island

Mary Jesusa Villegas


Place


I'm making a random facts
about me
I've been trying to know myself
lately
These eyes are too young
to recognize
the face she's staring in the mirror
This face is gonna grow up and
explore different paths and
roads and horizons
What will she be like in the future?
She's gonna know,
She's gonna know.

Your eyes have seen the living soul in me
Your eyes have seen so much in life
Your eyes are filled with sincerity
And your face is still young
because of my love for you.
You're so pretty.

We have met in this sweet
and bubbly place
where sparks are glowing constantly
And we can't contain it.
I felt happy.

But your eyes have already found
another
Before we have finally found
each other
Dwelling in this sweet
and bubbly place
Where sparks are glowing constantly
And we can't contain it.
I felt sad.

I guess love isn't just enough.

We need time and fate, more than ever.
It's too late,
is it?

When time and fate befriend each other
Will I ever see you again?
I just want to see you
and know that you're all right
Bu I know I have left you without
notice
You don't need to know.
We know this is gonna happen
Sometime.

I know I have loved you from the start.
But it isn't it so awkward that
I loved you more than myself
that I knew you more than myself?

I guess, love isn't just enough.

We need self-love and space, more than ever.
It's too early,
Is it?

But when self-love and space married each other
Will we ever meet again?
Will you want to see me
and know that I'm all right
too?
You know that I've left you without
notice
You know that I will do it.
You know that you have
hurt me,
a lot.
And this is gonna happen
Sometime.
And the wedding bells rang.

This awkwardness and weirdness
I have inherited somewhere
But if you are like a memory
that comes in and comes out
of my mind
and sings a lullaby in my heart
Maybe I just have to find new songs
Before you're completely gone.
So it will not be empty no longer
my heart if
you are like a romantic song
that plays in my mind
for awhile
and gets old in my ear
and be gone and leave
my heart
for a long time.

Maybe I just have to make new memories
to play
and make and make another
before the older memories
are already gone.
This is love
and this is life.
This heart is gonna explore
new eyes and faces
new and different paths, roads and horizons;
new sweet and bubbly
Places.

I'll never forget you.
and our sweet
and bubbly
place
where Sparks were glowing
constantly
And we couldn't contain it.
I felt okay.

Love isn't just enough.

I guessed.

We need time and fate to move on with our lives
forever.
It's never too early
nor too late,
Is it?

Submitted: Saturday, September 10, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, October 12, 2011

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