Tuesday 23 December 2014

Moral Compass

my compass is broken, she whispered 
you became north, 
he rolled onto his back, 
pulling her with him

for tonight you're my north too, 
his voice followed his hands down her spine
together we'll find our way back
to the map, to the true north
but for tonight, we are all we need

her hands caught on his buttons,
because we can't have what we want, 
she sighed, sometimes it's not even on the map;
so we make do with what we find

because our compasses break,
in the loneliness of the late night

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