A scent floating in the air
A reason to remind me
The color of a strangers hair
letting my memories free.
Everytime I almost forget
what sometimes it was like with you
something comes to my regret
and the memories flood in a new.
And as the unwelcomed tear
falls stinging on my cheek
The hole I've been trying to repair
rips open making me weak.
I hate myself more for
the reminder I'm not over you
deeper the pain has tore
breaking my will into two.
I never realized the hold
the power I granted you
until the day you became cold
and I bided you adieu.
Author notes
Just alittle something to get me into the writing mood.
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