Treasure Island

Brenda Arroyo

(6/10/1992 / Modesto CA)

tender pulse:


Tranquil nights find closure beneath chaotic stars,
And forever finds a way to seep into our dreams.

Today I say:
How many breaths must we take to realize that each one brings us closer to our end?

My breaths were meant for only one heart to enjoy.
And that heart is not mine.
It’s yours.

Time ticks away and I have yet to know you.

Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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  • Elena Sandu (3/15/2010 9:41:00 PM)

    My breaths were meant for only one heart to enjoy.
    And that heart is not mine.
    It’s yours.
    That's lovely said, but please let me enjoy the breathes your heart brings out in words (Report) Reply

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