I know you all too well,
Your scent, the perfect smell.
Only you know —
the way I break.
Oh how...
we've made so many mistakes.
I don't know how much more I can take —
It's too late,
This hurt I'm feeling,
I can't shake.
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Poetry⊰ Where faint thoughts are lost... Highest Rank #25 in Poetry (February 14, 2018) Copyright © 2023 by sonderonce. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
