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trying to map stars through a stormy year
He made me a map
and said "I'm not a pirate"
I took the parchment
rolled it up
and squeezed it between my ribs
thinking my heart could keep it safe
He didn't know that I'm the pirate
I take and take and take
and call it treasure
when everything I've ever owned
is just stolen goods
I made a map once
to try and find my way back to myself
but the ocean isn't kind
and the stars are of no use to anyone
on a stormy night
so now I'm lost at sea
with a stolen map in my chest
and my way back home
lost overboard
He made me a map
I still don't know how
to find my way home
and said "I'm not a pirate"
I took the parchment
rolled it up
and squeezed it between my ribs
thinking my heart could keep it safe
He didn't know that I'm the pirate
I take and take and take
and call it treasure
when everything I've ever owned
is just stolen goods
I made a map once
to try and find my way back to myself
but the ocean isn't kind
and the stars are of no use to anyone
on a stormy night
so now I'm lost at sea
with a stolen map in my chest
and my way back home
lost overboard
He made me a map
I still don't know how
to find my way home
Published 31st Dec 2024
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3rd Jan 2025 8:47am
this thing called home. seems never ever comes..
loved the descripts of the map .. of pirate .. of goods .. of self in search .. of the stormy night n starless skies n the rough ..
this is metaphorically much touching to the core dear poet .. & a sadness ., a lost soul.. it bring in deep in the feel xx
loved the descripts of the map .. of pirate .. of goods .. of self in search .. of the stormy night n starless skies n the rough ..
this is metaphorically much touching to the core dear poet .. & a sadness ., a lost soul.. it bring in deep in the feel xx
4th Jan 2025 10:14pm
