The first time
your eyes clicked with mine
I felt my walls
being broken down,
my worlds being torn apart,
you were smart,
but your smile
was far from your frown.
You were as cold as ice,
and I thought I could be the fire,
if only I had known
the bridge burner also catches some light
I would have backed down.
Chasing after geese is hard
but, chasing the unseen is a start to a smoky life.
This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Martha.
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