One thing that will always haunt me
Is the scent of you that triggers a memory
That leaves my mind out of control
That makes my heart jump until it falls
What an inconvenience to remember us
And let myself shatter, rejoice, or just crush
No matter what, it'll remind you and play a flashback
It'll stay on me until I lose my mind, get crazy, or lose track
A scent that plays a whole movie
A scent that makes me travel back through time
A scent that replays all the unnecessary scenes
I'll always find and I'll always miss
YOU ARE READING
for the betterment of us
PoesíaIt will always be for the betterment of us. Every poem is.
