It lingers in the air,
The one scent I avoided.
It was no active choice,
But I knew the second
the memory hit.
I heared them describe,
Creating a memory scent.
But little did I know,
That the new bottle
would stand awaste.
A bottle the color I love,
I'd love to never smell again.
As it waivers my facade,
With the trip it took me
down memory lane.
It's tricky if you ask,
Embracing a new perfume.
If you never know
the unforeseen memories
it would assume.
•••
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
It lingers in the air,
The one scent I avoided.
It was no active choice,
But I knew the second
the memory hit.
I heared them describe,
Creating a memory scent.
But little did I know,
That the new bottle
would stand awaste.
A bottle the color I love,
I'd love to never smell again.
As it waivers my facade,
With the trip it took me
down memory lane.
It's tricky if you ask,
Embracing a new perfume.
If you never know
the unforeseen memories
it would assume.
•••
