You are smoke.
Mesmerizing.
Dangerous.
Beautiful.
You are smoke.
Impossible to touch,
Soothing,
Intoxicating.
You are smoke.
Because even though you slip
through my fingers,
And I can't hold onto you,
You suffocate me.
You make it hard for me to think.
You seep into every inch of my lungs;
You are harmful.
You are smoke.
Evaporating vapour;
And all I want to do is breathe you in.
~j.l.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
You are smoke.
Mesmerizing.
Dangerous.
Beautiful.
You are smoke.
Impossible to touch,
Soothing,
Intoxicating.
You are smoke.
Because even though you slip
through my fingers,
And I can't hold onto you,
You suffocate me.
You make it hard for me to think.
You seep into every inch of my lungs;
You are harmful.
You are smoke.
Evaporating vapour;
And all I want to do is breathe you in.
~j.l.
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs." - William Shakespeare
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