kristaa0788:

Sweet temptations rise from smoke,
and mirrors reflect the illusion
of a greener field beyond.

Did he know his palms were soft?
Tender touches, gentle fingers
caressing arms and holding hands.

Nothing more than a sin,
he played her song so loud;
the world drowned in his notes,
and everything else ceased.

But now, she knows the difference
between reality and reflection;
she knows, but don’t you know,
her wings are still aflame.