Is love just like the smoke we blow,
right after we inhale from a cigarette,
vanishing right after we blow it out,
will it be like a candle,
keep on burning until the candle totally melts,
or is love like a waterfall,
never ending,
until the end of time?
would we ever be like the waterfall, drowning all ships as obstacles?
Burnt marks and sweet nothings
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