The compass spins, its needle lost and cold,
No north star guides me, in this story untold.
Waves of longing crash, upon the shores of despair,
A shipwreck of memories, forever etched there.
Your laughter, a distant lighthouse, fading from view,
Leaving me adrift, in a sea of endless blue.
The sails of hope hang limp, with tears for the breeze,
A love story unfinished, lost on restless seas.
Will dawn ever break, pierce the storm-filled night?
Can a new star ignite, and guide me back to the light?
Or will I forever wander, lost in this ocean's embrace,
A weathered compass, lost at sea, with no familiar place.
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