When we met, the whole world bursted out. The trees were burning, good men, women and children were burning and we were the same. Only our eyes were not.
Two devils from different tribes meeting at the crossroads.
You got closer. Playful. I got closer. Curious. Intrigued, you wanted more. We kissed. I touched you with my fingertips. You hungrily grabbed my hand and wrapped yourself around it.
Shall we move on together or shall we say good bye?
We pushed each other away.
We were still hoping we can become angels.
We freaked out, baby. That’s all. Falling for a stranger was never part of the template.