There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights
So go in peace, be free, be kind.
You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights
So go in peace, be free, be kind.
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
face to face, 20 taka in my pocket and this keyless map do you think love ever ends?
Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back
