• dipshikha94 9w

    It was the smell of your cigerette
    I loathed the most,
    Unaware of the affection growing up silently,unknowingly,unconsciously
    In my desolate heart...
    The smell has withered away
    somewhere in the sky
    but your memory is still so geen
    On the barren garden of my life.

    ©dipshikha94