I could always smell it on you,
From cough drops and
Medicine and
Who knows what else.
Your nose was always stuffy and
You always had a cough and
You reassured me it wasn't
Going to spread to me when you
Kissed me but
Now I'm sick and
My nose is running and
My throat is sore and
I'm coughing and
I smell like
Mint;
I smell like
You.
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
