this scentA Poem by weaknight
there's this scent, coming from above, your skin left it
in the air, i have to brethe
you give a form at this room
the walls don't fall down
there's you, you make them stand,
you are the bricks
the bones that lift me,
the hands that wave goodbye
in the air, where i breathe you.
and it's all coming back and forth
i can't escape.
there's no better place than this.
© 2011 weaknight
Added on September 25, 2011
Last Updated on September 25, 2011