First Kiss

It was meant to be a moment of blooming—
the meeting of lips, the awakening of longing.
But behind the softness hid shadows with open eyes,
watching, judging, stealing what was never theirs.

“First Kiss” is not just memory, it is resistance—
the reclaiming of innocence through branches that whisper,
through faces that remember, through silence that now speaks.
A forest of truth, grown from a single, shattered breath.