When i saw your lips
I was wow
to see burning coal
on top of ice

But the coal is still burning
and the ice is not melting

life

                          
                                ­                              is


                      
                      a


             ­ question


    till


    the

    last

   **day

they say we are all made up of stardust;
an evolved specie from the distant galaxies.

but I think you're a genetic mutation,
an incomplete evolution

for I could still see the stars
reflected on your skin
dancing through your fingertips
and swimming in your eyes.

May the bridges I burn
Remain that way