
Scent
Even though before they didn't like them, they even hated them
Will I be one of the bees that will always target your scent?
Until you can't see me anymore
Because there are many bees chasing you
Or am I like an ant
Who expects you to look down to see me
And for so long, the heart can only stare at you
The gurgling joy will be missed
Curb the long rain that doesn't let up
It only subsides occasionally, then rushes back
By returning half of the taste without meaning
I can only stare at the wet in the glass window only
And look in the mirror to clarify the logic of the word
My words were full of confidence and accompanied by prayer
About the Creator
Love story
My heart, forever yours to keep


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