isn't it beautiful
that every human has their own unique scent?
each indescribable in any way other than simply their name.
as his chest rises and falls with his sleep-breathing in the warm darkness,
his scent weaves itself into the very fabric of his t-shirt
of course, it will fade, with time, but will always be a shadow.
isn't it beautiful
I fell asleep, soothed by the smell of you
on your hoodie lying beside me
--the smell of you. I found it so calming before all of the storms-
yet ever since I woke up and caught the bitter aroma of your overly caffeinated deceit,
I haven't stop thinking that your smell
is the only thing about you that hasn't changed for the worse.
YOU ARE READING
to the stars who listen: poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry from a human heart to a human star. © 2016, lauren (images used are not mine unless stated otherwise, credits to original owners)
