Lovers island

    now in a place we are forced to call our home

a single empty piece of land where me and you stand hand in hand

for better or for worse

just like they told us, before we set sail to a mysterious island

with no supplies we made it just fine

stranded on this tropical paradise

swaying palm trees, and miles and miles of clear blue seas

far far away from civilation

we spend our tim making the best of our lives using our mind to better our decision to survive

being here has given us a chance of redemption not only not living miserably but a chance to live in tropical bliss

as you began to emerge from the crystal clear water, your foot leaving a print in the sand

me realizing my true love for you, that me and you have been able to make due

from as far as i can see it was truly meant to be

we are no longer living in a tropical paradise

 but we are living in the mist of a lovers island    


This poem is about: 
Our world


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