maps are used with compass
to lead you to the right path you must take
yellow and earth you'll walk by
few creatures you might encounter
but only one would be unforgettable
every inches of your body remembers who he is
his silhouette is like a prism that radiates all the colors
you'll let him join you wander around
until both of you needs to choose
different paths and roads to take
two heads in the wild diverged
you, again, are all alone.
the compass you have was stolen, you are left strayed.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
