The Lighthouse
Dr.Sudhansu Dash
The stories in my head
Fighting against the
currents,
Teach me how to breath
underwater,
I promise not to wake up the dead.
Half-dead and alone,
But the miracle is that I'm still standing,
And my solid heart stays true and strong despite its aching.
My little hopes telling me to keep going.
To take nails and hammers to my frame,
And fix up these old bones in my mind,
I know how to breathe through the pain,
And when we sit together next,
I'll tell you about the stories in my head,
I promise not to wake up the dead.
Half-dead and alone,
But the miracle is that I'm still standing,
And my solid heart stays true and strong despite its aching.
My little hopes telling me to keep going.
To take nails and hammers to my frame,
And fix up these old bones in my mind,
I know how to breathe through the pain,
And when we sit together next,
I'll tell you about the stories in my head,
I find myself lost within your depths
My tongue laced with salty remains of each kiss
Waving their
silent welcomes and farewells
tonight I'll write a thousand words
to shout what my mouth is too afraid to whisper.
Your heart makes me melt faster than ice on a blazing summer day.
I could get lost forever and never ever want to return.
You’re you and no one is better.That’s truer than true.
tonight I'll write a thousand words
to shout what my mouth is too afraid to whisper.
Your heart makes me melt faster than ice on a blazing summer day.
I could get lost forever and never ever want to return.
You’re you and no one is better.That’s truer than true.
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