The scent fills the air.
Maybe you can pretend to care.
It's Cherry-Blossom
With a smidgen of vanilla.
My favorite.
The scent fills the air.
It's my new perfume.
Susceptible.
I hit rock-bottom.
Did you even notice - I died my hair brown?
Did you even see it - when I screamed "clown-fish"?
Yeah...
Did you even cry when I talked about our first dance?
Did you even laugh when I told you about my first time
On a roller-coaster?
Why am I even here?
You only treat me like a candle:
I go whichever way the wind blows.
I wore this for you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
