Devil’s loop

No matter how I try to deter it,

A compass will always point North.

Like my my mind;

Which I’ve tried to distract hundreds and hundreds of time, over and over again;

Will always find you amidst any crowd. Whenever,


Even in the sea of memories I tried pouring between my mind and you, memories of all the things and everything but you,

It will still somehow,

Manage to fly back into you.

Darling you are the North to my compass,

The gravity to all my senses,

And I knew,

I will always find you no matter how far we drift apart.

Whether physically;

Or simply in my dreams.

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