I wouldn’t say that I liked it, but his smell lingered like meal on the table, it was appetizing
At the beginning
I thought I never noticed but then I started to take notice, I loved it, his smell, I was disgusted by the thought but I liked it, I fell, for his smell before I even took notice, I fell
His strong fragrance left my skin as he sprinkled his cologne on me, I cringed
I think he thought I was smelly, but who cares what he thinks, I pinched myself back to reality
Pinched myself back to reality
Myself back to reality
Back. To. Reality
His smell was intended for someone else,
His strong fragrance belong to someone else,
He belonged to someone else
He likes someone else.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
I wouldn’t say that I liked it, but his smell lingered like meal on the table, it was appetizing
At the beginning
I thought I never noticed but then I started to take notice, I loved it, his smell, I was disgusted by the thought but I liked it, I fell, for his smell before I even took notice, I fell
His strong fragrance left my skin as he sprinkled his cologne on me, I cringed
I think he thought I was smelly, but who cares what he thinks, I pinched myself back to reality
Pinched myself back to reality
Myself back to reality
Back. To. Reality
His smell was intended for someone else,
His strong fragrance belong to someone else,
He belonged to someone else
He likes someone else.
-END-
This is one of the poems in my His Collection, a collection of poems for the boy I used to like.
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