If my heart was a compass,
it was always pointing to her
no matter what direction I took,
like my world spun according to her pull
so I could always find my way home.
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Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned
So, here’s me sitting on the 7b bus heading into town. I shouldn’t be on the bus. I don’t want to be on the bus. I should be on a bike, legs pumping like pistons. The freedom of the open road. Direction where the tyres press, as the poet said.
By Brendan Donaghy8 days ago in Humor
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Good poetđź‘Ť