Again
Bibliosmia dragged me
To the corner of
Old cabinet library
Scented by your warm breaths
And yellow pages
Pressed against your face.
You said
Old words never lose their smell
I guess now
Our words are exceptional.
YOU ARE READING
Labyrinth Journey And Chapters Of Oddity
Poetryᵂʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴸᵃᵇʸʳⁱⁿᵗʰ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒ ᶠⁱˣᵉᵈ ᵖᵃᵗʰˢ, ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ⁱˢ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ⁱˢ ᵈᵒʷⁿ. ᴸⁱᶠᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵖʳᵉᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʸᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ, ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵃʳᵏⁿᵉˢˢᵉˢ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵐʸ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸ.