Compass
You know you love someone
When everything you write,
Everything you think,
And everything you read,
Seemed like a compass' needle —
Pointing to North alone.
It's as if all roads, paths and directions lead to them.
All this whole time,
and for all the time to come.
And my compass was broken.
For even if you already are out of my direction,
it still points to you.
YOU ARE READING
Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
