Hold the map
She asked me where I see myselfIn five to ten years later
She stirred me in the right direction
From her point of view
And asked me if I saw you
I said I would be driving 'round
safely holding the wheel
and I wouldn't mind having you
in the passengers seat
to make my travels sweet
But everyday there is a fight
between your sweetness and my pride
It's not easy to admit
that I want you in that seat
and even harder to accept
that I'd trust you with the map
to lead me
to where you want to be.
Poetry by zana
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Written on 2020-05-15 at 01:50
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