Tight embraces were never my thing.
I hugged you, you smelled of regret and heartbreak.
You smelled so good and somehow the smell made my eyes start to water.
As I was walking away I almost felt like I was helpless.
I’ve become trapped;
Within your smell, I was helpless.
Big Sal
Sat 26th May 2018 23:55
If smell is the most powerful remembrance in terms of the senses, then it makes sense how you framed the emotions to be discernible from the rest of the perspective of this piece. Very good poem for being so short.?
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Drea
Wed 30th May 2018 05:58
Thank you so much. You’re feedback is greatly appreciated.