Fragrance
It's like a fragrance,
everytime he's in pain I know.
Like a crisp wind faintly tainted
by sweet dried rose petals.
It's a dark lustful abyss that
drags him in, like a ticking
clock waiting for the moment
to strike. So when there's no
peace of mind all he can do is sin.
A deceptive charm falls upon his lips,
distracting whomever surrounds him.
But to a tutored nose the truth
can never be hidden.
everytime he's in pain I know.
Like a crisp wind faintly tainted
by sweet dried rose petals.
It's a dark lustful abyss that
drags him in, like a ticking
clock waiting for the moment
to strike. So when there's no
peace of mind all he can do is sin.
A deceptive charm falls upon his lips,
distracting whomever surrounds him.
But to a tutored nose the truth
can never be hidden.
This Poems Story
It's a poem on how sometimes simple observations can be monumental to figuring out what's wrong with our loved ones.
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