you were my compass star… you were my measure… you were a pirate’s map of buried treasure…
if this was all correct, the last thing i’d expect…the prosecution rests.. it’s time that i confess,
i must have loved you.
this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map