Walking down the street mundane
A scent glides on the wings of the wind
From my love, my lost, my pain
Whose trust I lost through my own flaws
The one who kept my sane
Oh, how I miss the perfume of she!
Such sweet symphony!
Of her dole brown eyes consoling me
In my times of grief and travesty.
Her love was a sea
Of never ending gratuity
Oh, how perfect is she.
But now that our bond is slain,
On my heart it gnaws.
Her memory cannot be kept at bay,
even as I take another swig of gin,
The perfume of my heavenly angel forever remains.
beautiful. It reminds me of the old-timey sonnets that poets like Shakespeare and Emerson wrote. I can't seem to understand why it does though. I love it.
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