We settled ourselves comfortably on the open space of your terrace.
You brought out the tiny flame, sparked our happiness alight and passed it to me.
I took a drag and coughed out. It felt like the road traveling from my throat to my lungs was fiercely burning. That never stopped me though.
I was yearning to see what this quietly hidden world was about and you were my own personal tour guide, Max.
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
