A follow up to Smell of Hibiscus
The smell of hibiscus tickles my nose every time I think of you.
It wraps me up like a warm blanket,
Keeping me safe.
I hold on to that smell like a delicate flower.
Flower boy,
I don't want this to end.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from the Soul
PoetryJust poetry written by yours truly. There is a little bit of everything here.
