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Bad, Bad Island

June 17, 2013
By Anonymous

I find myself laying






Laying on a shore of a beach

I wonder if I will be staying



Or be rescued by a plane or ship


I go to sleep that night

Hoping to be saved in the morning

But I wake up that morning

With no plane or ship insight


I’m so tired I can sleep for years

But I can’t sleep because I need to find supplies


I wish I had a nice cold beer

But no, I’m trapped on this bad, bad island


I start to look for water

But all i find are coconuts

I try to open them like I chop wood


But I always fail


My only friend I have is Wilson

Wilson talks to me and plays with me

But when I’m mad

I throw him at a tree


All I can think about is Kelly

I wish I was with her

Please God help me

I would die to be home


I’m going to set sail

I hope to see land

Look a boat! WOOO!





This might be my lucky day

I’m as happy as kid a kid on Christmas



I come back home to see my Kelly

I thought i would be all happy

But i found out she was married

This makes me devastated


She was the love of my life

You wouldn't be able to cut our love with a knife

I guess I have to let her go

Bye Kelly, my love for you will never be low.



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