You use to smell like a vanilla dream, so damn good and soft, full of good emotions and comfy things.
You use to smell like a brand new book, full of adventures I was willing to live, and a bunch of romance that my heart was ready to live.
You use to smell like chocolate, sweet, perfect for any hour and with no sadness that it can't cure.
You use to smell like a wood full of powers and resilience.
Now you smell, you only smell, it's gross the way you turn that beautiful dance of aromas into something so stinky and cruel like your actions
