she lit the nicotine in her hands
with glistening tear tracks shining on her cheeks.
but still
she managed to smile.
and i thought to myself
"sometimes when chaos burns our heart like wildfire around us, we can't help but fall in love with the warmth, even it ends up turning us to ash."
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!