In whispered notes, on fragrant air,
Scented secrets softly share.
A rose's blush, a lavender sigh,
Vanilla whispers secrets nigh.
Warm amber speaks of sunlit days,
Of laughter shared in childhood's haze.
Cinnamon's spice, a memory's gleam,
Of kitchens warm, a joyful dream.
Sandalwood's hush, a lover's vow,
In stolen moments, whispered low.
Jasmine's tendrils, secrets kept,
In moonlit gardens, softly swept.
Each scent a story, gently told,
Of dreams and longing, brave and bold.
In every whiff, a memory's hold,
Scented secrets, never old.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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