You scream and I whip,
But we make different noises
Of the same rhythm inside.
The vibrations inside our hearts.
The words stuck to come out,
They don't comprehend
with our madness.
They talk and feel proud of it.
What weight does a talk worth?
You and I burn our words
with black ink. Inch by inch
And pitch by pitch,
We make it out alive.
We don't have to be that close,
You're great where you are,
But I can hear you inside.
I can feel your vibrations in me.
Over the scions of time
I read your lines,
I see you kissing my cheeks,
You're my falcon but our
vendetta remains strong
Let's keep it that way,
Let's not love the coexistence
of the loudest crowds.
We can be good buddies
in our silent nights.
-vaibhv
