desert island
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Alone, cold, stranded, and deserted
on an island of my own,
somehow with you close
I know I am not alone.
Not with me in flesh,
but I can feel it all through my bones
I am in your hold.
Before I take a trip, take a beat, take a breath
Take stock, what I've got
Is waking moments and sleeping thoughts
In my head, I have music, I have stories, I have friends
They left us
Oceans stretch for miles
No food, no shelter
Only the clothes on my back
and something else
My sweetheart
I love him.
When we touch
My hair stands on end
Stranded on a deserted island, with just one thing to bring
Stranded on a deserted island, with just one single thing
Some request their phones
A Little piece of wood A little piece of wood that will create an chemical reaction holds my life in it's stem when lit. With it I can renew my body, mind and soul.
If I were stuck on a desert island and I think of what I’d need
I think a lot of people underestimate what they’d need to succeed
In keeping themselves alive,
happy, and sane.
