The fragrance
It’s 5.30 and I’m still thinking about you.
Your pictures glimmer in front of my eyes,
do you know how much I miss you?
You will come back to me, somedays without lies.
I go my ways, to the place I’m familiar with.
But is it my actual home? No, because it’s that person.
It makes me crazy to miss. You’re the one giving me bliss.
I’m wearing your scarf and I still recognise this fragrance.
That gift you left me before you wandered off.
Whenever I raise it, I can sense your appearance.
I know that I’m not alone, you’re with me and not off.
Your pictures glimmer in front of my eyes,
do you know how much I miss you?
You will come back to me, somedays without lies.
I go my ways, to the place I’m familiar with.
But is it my actual home? No, because it’s that person.
It makes me crazy to miss. You’re the one giving me bliss.
I’m wearing your scarf and I still recognise this fragrance.
That gift you left me before you wandered off.
Whenever I raise it, I can sense your appearance.
I know that I’m not alone, you’re with me and not off.
verfasst: 03.11.2018
~Mandy
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