That Scent in Your Perfume
In the soft glow of the evening light,
I saw you there, a breathtaking sight.
Your beauty was clear, a vision so rare,
Yet confusion struck me, deep in the air.
The scent of your perfume, a delicate grace,
Reminded me painfully of a past embrace.
It lingered like shadows from a time gone by,
A fragrance that made my heart silently sigh.
Her perfume had once filled my nights with dread,
A toxic reminder of words left unsaid.
Now your sweet scent, so unexpectedly near,
Brings back old memories, sharp and unclear.
That night, I drank deeply, seeking to drown
The hurt and the pain that had held me down.
When morning arrived, in a foggy dismay,
I questioned if it was real or a nightmare’s display.
You stood there, a vision of beauty and grace,
But the scent of the past still clouded my space.
Can I break free from the chains of old pain?
Or will the past’s perfume always remain?
In the light of the dawn, as the old shadows fade,
I wonder if love’s true path can still be laid.
Caught between memories and hopes that seem small,
Can I trust in this love or just stumble and fall?
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