No one asked me..

[daisykisses]

She said to me once-
You smell like the wind.
What does the wind smell like-
You.

Things like this-
every time the wind blows-
I am reminded of what love is.
Or was-

Love is the wind-
You can't control it-
you can't stop it-
and you can't hold on to it.

When it's gone-
It's gone.

I'm gone.