north
find me where I'm most alone
before my fleeting feelings
turn to stone
east
don't let me turn the other way
if you ever think I'm slipping
hold my gaze and make me stay
west
hold the coffee to my nose
the warmth smells like home
and keeps me close
south
don't you ever say you're sorry
for taking care of me
for helping to melt away
the ice I was meant to be
*be my compass
guide me for our sake
for you're already the direction
I want my life to take*
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
north
find me where I'm most alone
before my fleeting feelings
turn to stone
east
don't let me turn the other way
if you ever think I'm slipping
hold my gaze and make me stay
west
hold the coffee to my nose
the warmth smells like home
and keeps me close
south
don't you ever say you're sorry
for taking care of me
for helping to melt away
the ice I was meant to be
*be my compass
guide me for our sake
for you're already the direction
I want my life to take*
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