#TwoStormsOneHeart
#TSOH

She saw him as he laughed aloud,
A voice too bold, too brash, too proud.
To her, he seemed a reckless game,
A spark that flickers, a fleeting flame.

He wore his charm like borrowed clothes,
A mask he’d slip when no one knows.
Each careless grin, a practised art,
She judged him swiftly, without a heart.

His laughter rang like silver bells,
But in her mind, his laughter tells
Of someone floating, drifting free,
A boy who feared responsibility.

She scoffed at those who'd fall for him,
The way he lit a room, then dimmed.
Too quick to laugh, too slow to care,
A fleeting shadow in the air.
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