Perfume
The scent of your perfume has never left my mind.
It's that little part of you that will always remain with me.
I know that one day when every thing is said and done,
we won't be together. We won't think about each other.
There will be the day that we have moved on,
when we are happy with our lives, happy all alone,
or happy with that love of our lives.
Why do we even need to talk anymore?
Why fill me in on your emotions? You've got another.
He is right for you. He fits you. He loves you.
Loves you as much as anyone could. I know I could.
I could support you. I could be there.
You would lay next to me and touch my face,
as you do to him. I'm sure he does the same to you.
I know he serenades you. Fake songs of blissful lands.
I've seen inside his mind. He is no different.
You know you've found the real deal,
but what you have is nothing new. Nothing better.
You'll get tired of him. You always do.
When you're old and grey you'll think about your life,
and wish you had something dependable.
Something that would let you sleep at night. Let you breathe.
We had that once. You didn't know it, but I remember it well:
That beautiful aroma of your favourite perfume.













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i love perfume!
-sb-
make this into an emo track
i like it. you write well.
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