scent ~ or crush # 5 ~   Leave a comment

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.

 

 

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Melancholia in the realm of odium
The Longest Crush

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