Words that I write. Some old. Some new.
I write them for me. I write them for you.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Sense
I was too blind to notice,
Always looking over you.
Your scent lit up my world,
When the darkness made it blue.
I was too blind to see.
Never knew, until you bloomed
You were always the source
Of my favorite perfume.
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