Written for lighthouse contest July 3 2026
His eyes are like a lighthouse I’m like a helpless black moth Angst in red heart loudly shouts To be found for I am so lost He walks softly like a saint I feel he is a holy, man I’m damned I desire him like blue rain On brown cactus I am like spam I can never look him in his eyes It seems he can view my heart And disciples all my licorice lies Tearing my cranial castle apart Why is he so angelic and wise Why do I feel so desperately not It’s those dreamy lighthouse eyes That seem to baptize my heart
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