Lyric

I flicker through the corridor of unspoken time

Boots tapping out a restless design

No starlit clichés, no glowing street signs—

Just the hum of a thought that refuses to align

Paper-thin courage in the fold of my sleeve

A pulse like a question that won’t let me leave

Your silhouette bends like a secret you weave

Pulling me close to the space we conceive

Gravity tilts when you whisper my name

Sharper than thunder, yet soft all the same

We carve out a rhythm no poet could tame—

Two shadows in motion, escaping the frame

If you want, I can write a second verse or adjust the mood!