I've never actually thought about the flowers—
Bestrewed through my backyard,
'Cause I'm always too busy,
Smelling your own scent.
So I gallivant around the back,
To which it gives me some sort of ebullience—
But a mild one,
With that serene essence.
I've never actually thought about its pungency,
Clashing with your strong and swooning scent
Guess when you're not around, I will still remain sober;
I'll always wake up and smell the flowers!
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
