Her Poem by Martin Holm Sjölin

The smell, the smell from her
I can’t get it away from me.
But to I want to?
She smells so nice.

But, but is an awful word.
But still, do I want her?
Or is it too late for us?
Did we have our chance?

Or can we have a second chance?
Do we want a second chance?
Or will we forever just run around and search for the next one.
Can we go back to what we have if it goes wrong?

I haven’t decided yet.
But I promise that you will be the first to know.
And I know you hate promises, but please trust me on this one.
Okey?