Sitting on the edge of your bed
We laugh, we live
Sniffing perfume to Nickelback.
There's something so sad in these melodies
But something so fun in the scent of life
And the company of you.
Familiarity reins,
Even though we're not here often.
A sickly cavalcade,
And i know that smell...
You say it's yours,
But i know it someone else's;
Stretching my imagination
To reach that unattainable conclusion.
Oh well, it'll be you for me now.
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I love this. Because it sounds like...
It just sounds like you're describing a memory...and sometimes our memories are triggered by moments or smells or words...but suddenly it all comes flooding back. I like those emotions sometimes...:-)
<3Helena
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