Maybe it's because you make me happy,
maybe it's about when you're quiet;
In a very particular kind of way
you turn my thoughts into a riot.
It could be the raise of your eyebrow,
the mischievous curve of your lips;
It could be what you say in silence,
maybe it's about the mental trip.
The tunnel that you fly down
I am compelled to follow;
I may not be the one holding your hand
but I am our intimate talks; spellbound
I've already heard what owns the silence,
I see it when you look in my eyes everyday;
Maybe it's about that deafening quiet
it always leads me to scream,
In a very particular kind of way.
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