There is no compass
To set our direction of travel
To back where we had come from
Now we're stuck in the Sea Of Love.
We don't know where to go
Or where we are even going
We hope to find heaven
But we could be heading to Bermuda.
We're a tiny vessel in the Sea Of Love
And we're running out of fuel
Unless we can find heaven
We sink.
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The Lost
PoésieThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...