Smoke no fire


Thinking too much she falls

a rabbit hole of awkward smiles and good intentions

and alone her cries echo on cold stone walls

 Wanting too much she aches

She’s been around, wet streets know her reflection

And as much as she gives she never takes

 Feeling too much she cries

And avoiding your gaze and close inspection

Smiles as time and tide wasted past her flies

 And living too little she dies

A candle unburnt without connection

Unnamed burning star in the skies

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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