Scent

With the hollow of air
The aroma of rose
A heavey load to bear
Soon enough; too close

A feeling of suspense
Allowing your pain to mimic the rain
Liquids lead to pest
Enough, unlock thy ungrown chest

Like an encaged sprue
Releasing of refined dew
Look no fonder or seep
Falling forth, much too deep

Wafting your grace towards me
A chorus beyond the sea
Left alone with your smell
Clinging, to this abandoned bell

But you are no where to be found
Laying here cropped and bound
Weaving a heart of silhouettes