YOU COULD HAND ME A MAP THAT'S MARKED OUT EVERY PATH,
AND I'D STILL FIND SOME WAY TO GET LOST.
EITHER IN THE BLUE OF YOUR EYES OR YOUR HAND HOLDING MINE,
WE'LL END UP FARTHER THAN WHERE WE STARTED OFF.
AND THROUGH EACH TWIST AND TURN THE MORE I'LL COME TO LEARN,
GETTING LOST WOULD NOT BE ALL THAT BAD.
CAUSE WITH YOU NEXT TO ME AND NO DESTINATION WE NEED TO BE,
I NEVER WANT TO THINK ABOUT FINDING MY WAY BACK.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoezjaHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
