Eyes meet eyes

One bright, the other

Barely alive

Cold falls

Slowly, quietly

It lands

Perhaps romance

Would've been

Different

But no, only

This kind of

Bond

Young yet

Strong

Can weave

Through the

Cracks

And hug

The ember

Drowning

Inside.

I'm gonna start updating twice a week cause I have too many poems on a waiting list. So yeah. Look forward to more.