Smoke
Smoke
I really didn’t give you a chance,
because of events in my past.
I tried to push you away when
I needed you to stay with me.
I thought I wanted to be free.
Even though the bridges we made
were burned, the smoke lingers in
the air and I just wasn’t fair.
I want to give our love another try.
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