threads of violins
shredded by violence
to stop the song of sirens
shrieking on the live wire.
it's twisted by air not felt
underwater
& captured by flash bulbs
that blind not deafen
- - -
suddenly we begin witnessing:
the tides are shifting
the tides are shifting

The year has faded
But you are still my favorite
memory, I swear

Perhaps,
Let’s be real here.
Real men don’t fall for looks
Baby I’d rather fall for your words
I heard sometimes, it could last a lifetime