You were in front of me,
We were all watching a movie.
Your familiar scent lingers around my nose.
I just want to grab you and no one knows.
I usually can't breathe around strong scents,
But you're the only thing I want to breathe in.
Your aroma takes me to another high;
A world where I can call you mine.
You're the familiar scent of Sunday morning;
Like coffee, burnt toast, and the morning sun shining.
Your scent fades for a little while and I fall back into reality.
But a minute later it comes running back to me.
And I start falling for you again instantly.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
