Since I've been home I've been crashing in my mothers house in this small room. Where during the day I spend a lot of time. Tonight out of all night I came across this perfume I bought from Charlotte Russe
Soon as the scent hit my nose... flashbacks of tears and cold dark nights I walked by myself
He will never know the damage that he caused because he needed the to have a name.
The scent of him still lingers around my head and in my mind because he left such a scar.
Never in my life have I ever been treated in such a way.....
It only lasted a couple of months then it faded it away... the interest was lost but the scar still remained.
The Night I walked back to my place of residence alone tears streaming from my face....
Only person name I could think of was a person I took for regretted and left.
He protected me and would never allow harm to come my way.
He loved me for me and never lied or cheated
But I was selfish and wanted more than he was already giving
Sometimes I wish that I never looked at you
Held conversation or even said Hello w/ a smile
Wish I never exchanged numbers
Wish I Never agreed to that 1st walk
Because these bad memories follow the scent from