They say a scent clings to things,
Even people regardless of all of the strange
Smells that end up taking over.
I know for a fact that this holds truth,
Because I have smelled the strangeness
Of the others as we fall together.
But I have been told that I give off
A sleepy scent one that pulls people into
A trance of the endless darkness
That demands you close your eyes.
It's ironic, is all.
The girl who never sleeps can simply
Smell as if she always does.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
