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Nora Sayed Jun 11
I fear that I’ve been blinded by your love
For once you weren’t there things became tough
I assumed my happiness was in your presence
So I made my perfume from your essence
Sprayed it everywhere so I’d feel you
It was dominant while your emotions weren’t true
All the lies you fed me left me in terror
False hope you gave me but I deserve better
Fortunately, I have my family and friends
Ones I can rely on while my wounds mend
They have always been there for me
And now the best version of myself I thrive to be
My experience with them taught me so many lessons
Some I wouldn’t have learned by myself I reckon
Many people who are in my life will eventually depart
But only true friends will leave a footprint in my heart.
Raven Feels Apr 12
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, hanging on these little things life grants us is the reason of our survival;]

in his feels

I know I see

the drowned drips of the feet

smiles of the fakes he sweeps

lick the lips and motion the blondes to touch

hearts to brush

always as also so little as much

thinking when he means of the ones and the twos

the whispers and the apples to smell to near

hairs so dark for the safe to fear

maybe then the want would not haste

or not for the come to paste

invisible to the seen to the face

on the yellows they still remain

or blue flowers on the neck I wish the belongs come to make

Your charming perfume ..
sneaked into me  ...
within my soul ...
took me ...
out of nowhere ...
where i don't know
to no where  ...
there ...
where are you  ...
where always ...
my soul roams for you ...
to play with my breaths ...
hymns of love ...
to sing it ...
with my mind ...
as love song ...
sings with your name ...
to fly so high ...
while singing  your name ...
to break up ...
the distance ...
between us ...
to be with you ...
inside your nest's heart ...
there where could you be ...

your charming perfume ...
is always ...
my pathway ...
where i get you ...

hazem al ..
A mellow nose
Gorgeous as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon

Your skin is tender
Your uniqueness is beauty
Of previously not seeing your splendor
Your smile makes me guilty

Love is your center
Kindness, your vitality
Light in the dark, a magic mender
Goddess of purity

White rose
A perfume dose
Peaceful as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon

Your scent is the trip
And Paradise is my fate
If constantly smelling your friendship
Becomes an open gate

I will be your grip
For when you are desperate
Just accept the bee that wants your lips
To pollinate your fate

White rose
Striking a Pose
Shiny as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon
This is the first poem of the second chapter, and it is supposed to show my new found love for this new person I met that made me feel amazing after a moment of despair. I gave her this poem adorned with real white roses to show my appreciation for her on her birthday.  Coincidently the page and chapter that "White Rose" falls in my anthology is the date of her birthday, February 22nd.
Shannon Soeganda Dec 2020
Isn't it a pity that,
what she and I have
might be a
foretold; untold tale?

This writhing soul might be a fool to be

- t a n t a l i z e d -

by her honey-like scent,
with the topical rose redolence;
percolating every existing room for air
in my thickly tar-scarred lungs
from every hush of her troubled breath---

only then to realise that

every passing seconds spent

have always been a constellation of

== inane innuendo ==

to pique the lovelorn in me.
There's always something in me that's been worried of her troubled breathing. She doesn't smoke, so I'm concerned. I mean, her lungs aren't tar-scarred like mine.
P.S: I like the smell of her perfume.
lunademiere Dec 2020
My soul like perfume oozes through thin air.
A pink moon has vanished the dawn of thy kiss.
Like the wings of a butterfly my lips are moving the rippled sea of thy thought.
Joshua Boyd Sep 2020
Eau de parfum

Top notes include

Remembering yourself
Feeling whole
Noose exchanged for
New sensations
Comfortable silence

Weather-able storms
Midnight cuddles
Dances to favorite songs

Middle Notes Include

Questioning your judgement
Tracking location
Locating peace of mind through
Password checks
Controlling the way you dress
Block them next
They're flirting.
Not your friend.

Base is comprised of

Walls closing in
Toxic environment
Bruised chins
Lighting gas
Destruction of property
Verbal and mental anguish

This scent lasts 6 months to a lifetime
Bleurose Dec 2020
I love the smell of orange most.
It doesn't go well with purple,
but it represents everything I am not.

I make up for my lack of sunshine by wrapping it around me,
a neckerchief in any season.
I cover up the cracks that leak blue, the scent of
the sleepiest lavender.
I'd rather be gold, a heady sharp awakening - compared to the wispy breeze that settles on my shoulders.
I am tired of sleeping when I'd rather be citrus, shining.
-elixir- Aug 2020
The gardens of perfumed bliss
make me stop and stare as the
fumes run through me,
igniting the odes of passion
that once died in the drought
of the wilted roses in my dreams.
the perfumed musk wraps me as I stop in my tracks
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