Sometimes we know by smells,
whom we meet?
Sometimes we know by the brown eyes
Who it was?
Sometimes the small gap between teeth
Makes it quite clear.
Sometimes you smell all of it.
Sometimes you smell past smells.
Sometimes you smell questions
Sometimes you smell to know why?
Is it an attempt to begin?
An attempt to end?
But, what was in question?
What was happening?
Questions often don’t get us
anywhere when you have people
around you who do not act like couple
yet try to behave like one.
Is it a desire?
Is a wish?
They don’t know perhaps.
Come out in the open.
Fear not, for I hate none.
A genuine gesture, a kind one,
A caring hand always counts.
Question is how kind, how caring
to what degree? To what extent.
Speaking heart on straight
is the only way to reach hearts.
Speaking is the only way to let
know the good and the bad.
For the smells always tell me all.
It’s just that I prefer brave, strong, genuine souls.
It’s just that you have to stand to talk,
For I never hated anyone, angry yes
You were dumbasses, you do not
see it straight like me. Look straight,
Into the eyes, it was never enmity.
I don’t make enemies.😁😇