If my sins had a smell would you sit near me?
I Wouldn't.
The tangy odour of deceit
A concoction of broken promises
The web of lies

A stench that embeds itself in ones skin
Needs more than a fix of TLC
Sorrow is my PLC
Yet it bothers you none

Through the shadow of my heart you see my smile
You feel my delicate underbelly
I am not a stain
I am more

Convinced of my plight
Stern in my self-pity
She only asks for your liaison
How did you let it slip?

Today I stare in the glass
The reflection ruminates
The odour now translucent in shape 

But now I'm lost
Only in the past I can go back 

Where she sits with me once again.