scent ~ or crush # 5 ~
Ah, she left a bit of clothes
soft, warm, her scent, longing grows
I hold them to my cheek and sigh,
wondering if she knows.
Her scent, gives me vision to see
only her love can set me free
I hold them to my cheek and die
Knowing we can never be.
© Copyright 2003 – 2012 Aarron Laidig
Melancholia in the realm of odium
The Longest Crush
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