Snow
Settles on
My aching
Breaking
Heart.
I'm stuck
In a world
And inside a time
That's long
Gone.
I see
The map
Of the world
I keep looking
Home.
I think
This compass
Broke-
I have nowhere
Else to go.
If I could sail
The Mediterranean Sea
Maybe I could find myself
In Pari for free
Wherever I go,
Will I go
With my whole heart.
Im still stuck in
Small town New York.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Snow
Settles on
My aching
Breaking
Heart.
I'm stuck
In a world
And inside a time
That's long
Gone.
I see
The map
Of the world
I keep looking
Home.
I think
This compass
Broke-
I have nowhere
Else to go.
If I could sail
The Mediterranean Sea
Maybe I could find myself
In Pari for free
Wherever I go,
Will I go
With my whole heart.
Im still stuck in
Small town New York.
