A Deserted Island
On a deserted island all alone,
hearing the waves constant drone.
No friend there to make me laugh.
No friend there to cut the hardships in half.
But across the sea I can hear,
jubilant laughter tauntingly near.
The sound of friends having a good cheer,
unknown to them that I shed a tear.
A tear for the good friendships,
that through my fingers I let slip.
Though as long as I pretend that I'm fine,
a like between the islands exists like a life line.
But for how long can I keep up a charade that's tearing me up inside,
maybe soon it won't matter and I'll be swept away by the tide.