A smell so sickly sweet I would consider it unpleasant, repulsive
If not
If not for the bewitching memories laced within
The pain
Flashes of argument, rejection. Of denial and misuse
The joy
Echoes of bright smiles, soft touches, glorious nights of frolicking
The loss
The thrum of distance, loneliness and longing rendered into an enchanting melody
The end
The all encompassing satisfied emptiness of closure and acceptence.
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Poesíajust my musings Feel free to leave comments or whatever but don't expect me to do anything about it. This is just a place I put what I write
