She Moves Like Smoke

She slips through a room like a half-finished thought, eyes tracing patterns no one else can see. When she laughs, the air holds its breath— and you forget what you were chasing. You think you catch her— in the way the night leans, in the flicker between words— but she’s always just one breath ahead, already gone when you arrive. She moves like smoke, not meant to stay, you swear she’s close—then nothing remains. Her silence rings louder than most goodbyes, and every smile is a closed door painted gold. You won’t find her again, but you’ll look anyway. No one knows where she spends her Sundays. Some say the ocean answers to her name. She loves like it’s a dare she’s already won— then vanishes when the light shifts. You think you catch her— in the way the night leans, in the flicker between words— but she’s always just one breath ahead, already gone when you arrive. She moves like smoke, not meant to stay, you swear she’s close—then nothing remains. Her silence rings louder than most goodbyes, and every smile is a closed door painted gold. You won’t find her again, but you’ll look anyway. There was a moment— you nearly caught her in a glance, her guard down like mist before morning. Then she turned, and you became a stranger in her story again. She moves like smoke, never still long enough to hold. You can taste her in the pauses, feel her in the songs you skip. You didn’t lose her— you were never meant to keep her. Some ghosts burn brighter when they’re gone. She moves like smoke, never still long enough to hold. You can taste her in the pauses, feel her in the songs you skip. You didn’t lose her— you were never meant to keep her. Some ghosts burn brighter when they’re gone. ⊱ ⊱ ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰ - ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰⊰⊰ 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/pXKrJtmAe7 ⊱ ⊱ ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰ - ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰⊰⊰