Smoke and Flames
I could hardly wrap my mind around you,
For you were secrets whispered in the breeze.
Looking back, I never should have found you,
Oh darling, you were never mine to seize.
But god, your eyes were warmer than the sun,
Your smile burned a promise I could taste.
With every touch I came further undone,
And so, around your finger I was laced.
I wasn’t one to burn, but you were fire,
And our first kiss a spark that set the flare.
I came alight as you stoked our flames higher,
’Til only ashen coals were left to bare.
Your lingering smoke has settled in my skin,
And still, though you are gone, I breathe you in.
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