Treasure Island

max pike


to my best friend, im sorry.


if ever a heart totally open to you truely like a sky above for you
then surely me
if ever a man nothing hide like a naked soul in front of you
then surely me
if ever i really need you by my side
im not sure i can find you
if ever we were in the same road
im not sure i can ignore you

oh my best friend,
if ever I feel something more than a friend in us
I will be damed and might fade away like a lost rose blowing in the wind
because I should not love you
because im your best friend, I should not into the wild
my love mean nothing to you except bother you

how did that happened? ! you wasn't expecting?
forget it my friend I was just kidding.

Submitted: Sunday, July 11, 2010
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