Her (by LG )
She’s not mine. She will never be, she is like a rose in someone’s garden. I can look through the fence. She cuts through every defense I thought I had.
I kiss her and I feel the fireworks we both have, shoot off. I feel better having done so.
Around our lovers we are incendiary beings. They hold us even though we might hurt them. They keep us high and illuminated and somehow together