Lilies That Linger
i wished my perfume were forever limitless.
a small bottle makes my day,
i carry it every day.
it’s funny how scent marks me,
hopefully, it’ll last the day.
a scent that clings through your nose,
knows me everywhere you go.
just like the rose lilies you gave me,
i wish you knew how sweet they smell.
everyone yearns for an embrace,
for its warmth and comfort,
to feel the higpit through one circle.
where lips linger upon the cheek
of that one specific person they meet.
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the scent that lingers after a hug,
and wishes it were enough—
you can still sense it until dusk,
where you no longer meet the sun.
it brings us joy and smiles,
but tears and pain after the sun.
as the world moves around,
you still wonder if they’re the one.
smelling clothes can assure you that they're still here,
but no longer beside you—it’s real.
i wish that person could breathe in my scent too,
so, they could know the feeling of being loved too.
realizations throughout the week,
bring out the honest and weak,
each night, I talk to Heavenly Father,
saying, "please, it doesn't get easier."
as the lilies bloom and the perfume fades,
both leaving traces they once made.
what blooms will never bloom forever,
and every scent must leave someday.
but knowing i’ll be sleeping peacefully,
My Father God knows my worries,
so, He’ll take care of everything,
and your scent will be gone in the morning.
