In the air, a whisper lingers,
A scent of deception born of fingertips,
The smells of betrayal, a haunting melody,
Dancing delicately upon the senses.
A taste of sweetness turned sour,
The bitter bite of lies whispered in shadows,
Innocence tarnished, trust fractured,
Leaving hearts wounded, dreams scattered.
The fragrance of roses tainted with deceit,
Petals once vibrant, now wilted and brittle,
A fragrance that cloaks the truth in disguise,
Leaving hearts wrenched with silent cries.
The musk of betrayal hangs heavy in the air,
A lingering fog that obscures the way,
Pervading every corner, every crevice,
Leaving hearts burdened, souls in disarray.
With each breath inhaled, a memory revived,
Of promises broken, bonds severed,
A scent that etches deep within,
Leaving scars unseen, yet forever remembered.
Oh, the smells of betrayal, a betrayal so profound,
Like a poison seeping through the soul,
Leaving hearts gasping for trust’s embrace,
Longing for a love that’s been forever stole.
But amidst the pungency, a flicker of hope,
A fragrance of resilience, a chance to mend,
For in the realm of wounds, new strength can rise,
And bloom anew, the fairest friendships, in the end.
MARYANN BOSAH 