Petrichor

The lingering smell of a hopeless romantic.

By Lillith.PoetryPublished 12 months ago • 1 min read

I always did love the smell after a storm.

Perhaps that’s why I always stay.

My writing, my poetry, it’s chaotic. But it’s the chaos in thoughts, words, and the scribbled letters in torn journals that brings me tranquility.

I’m just a poet who is obsessed with words that mean more than what they read to be.

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Written by Lillith.Poetry