Oddity

by Somethinger

We don’t sing, we don’t have vocal chords-
We’re two even numbers fighting against the odds.
Oh it looks like a gun, it’s not loaded.
It’s as empty as the Virar fast he boarded.
Let the keys be- they open no door
We’re stuck without a now- we only have a before
He’s standing in the rain, looking up at the skies
I’m sitting by his side, swatting away those flies
We’re an adventure, it seems- well, if you insist
I get my hands down his neck; he gets my pants in a twist
We’re strangers on a railway, passengers on different trains
We’re singers in a subway, we’re two unshed drops of rain

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