You know the smell of rain
Or a good book
That has nothing on yours
I kept your hoodie
The one you teased me
For barely fitting
—𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞—
And I never really wore it
Because I wanted to keep
The scent
Clinging to the cloth
As long as possible
My room now smells
Ever so slightly
Of you
YOU ARE READING
Poetry?
PoetryBeware young ones This may contain curses ꧁꧂ Just some of my writings I thought I'd share Since they're sitting here Currently Not going anywhere
