Loneliness smells like a foul odor
from the withering flowers and rotting stems.
I’m isolated in the vase,
sucked up by my tears from sleepless nights.
I got no one to lay my head on because all of them are dried up.
Their heads dropped down, their stems falling apart.
Their once-so-sweet scent
are fading away like the specs of dust
disappearing into the air
The only thing I have left is the water
that’s never been changed,
smelling like rotten sewage and dirt.
Even the dried-up tulip petals
are blown away from me.
Sadly lying there on the edge of the table
With a musty odor that’s disappearing day by day.
Loneliness smells like an abandoned field
out in the dark, a blank void.
The smell of dried bushes and hay
that could crumble down in one touch,
and the coarse grass that's left unrecognizable
in the soil without any moisture.
It doesn't smell like the evening rain
that's sweet and pleasant anymore.
I'm out of place, covered up with a pungent dry, powdery scnet
from the dust that's melting me away,
leaving an uncomfortable tingle on my nose.
Without all of the fresh, clean floral scents
of daisies and fresh-cut grass,
the world seems to be in black and white.
Everything smells like nothingness
with a stale and damp scent that lingers in the air.
out in the dark, a blank void.
The smell of dried bushes and hay
that could crumble down in one touch,
and the coarse grass that's left unrecognizable
in the soil without any moisture.
It doesn't smell like the evening rain
that's sweet and pleasant anymore.
I'm out of place, covered up with a pungent dry, powdery scnet
from the dust that's melting me away,
leaving an uncomfortable tingle on my nose.
Without all of the fresh, clean floral scents
of daisies and fresh-cut grass,
the world seems to be in black and white.
Everything smells like nothingness
with a stale and damp scent that lingers in the air.
Loneliness smells like a cold winter night.
It is snowing outside, the temperature's cooling down,
The empty bedroom I'm in smells like a hospital,
unpleasant, bitter, and artificial.
The waxy white walls are engulfing me,
making me suffocate in silence.
On this numbing night,
my soul hunger for home.
Home is a scent that warms my soul, home is my blanket.
I breathe in my blanket deeply, inhaling its scent.
It smells like a soft, clean cashmere sweater
sprayed with the perfume from yesterday
that's sweet, woody and smoky.
A comforting scent that stays by my side when I'm alone
A reassuring scent that stops me
from shivering like a leaf in the wind.
It is snowing outside, the temperature's cooling down,
The empty bedroom I'm in smells like a hospital,
unpleasant, bitter, and artificial.
The waxy white walls are engulfing me,
making me suffocate in silence.
On this numbing night,
my soul hunger for home.
Home is a scent that warms my soul, home is my blanket.
I breathe in my blanket deeply, inhaling its scent.
It smells like a soft, clean cashmere sweater
sprayed with the perfume from yesterday
that's sweet, woody and smoky.
A comforting scent that stays by my side when I'm alone
A reassuring scent that stops me
from shivering like a leaf in the wind.
Loneliness smells like summer rain.
As winds pick up and clouds roll in,
there's a sweet, pungent zing in my nostrils.
I'm wandering in the shadows,
trying to knock on your damp, moldy window.
Wishing you would notice my existence,
wishing you would ask me how I'm doing, but you never did.
I slowly drip down your window
and landed on a blue umbrella,
A smell reminiscence of powdery cucumbers and dry soil.
A distinctive scent that accompanies the first rain
after a long, warm, dry spell.
The closer I got to grey cement, the duller the scent became.
Fast cars driving down the road and shaking the ground
People stepping on me like I'm a nonexistent being.
The smell of isolation, The smell of a cold, colorless world.
As winds pick up and clouds roll in,
there's a sweet, pungent zing in my nostrils.
I'm wandering in the shadows,
trying to knock on your damp, moldy window.
Wishing you would notice my existence,
wishing you would ask me how I'm doing, but you never did.
I slowly drip down your window
and landed on a blue umbrella,
A smell reminiscence of powdery cucumbers and dry soil.
A distinctive scent that accompanies the first rain
after a long, warm, dry spell.
The closer I got to grey cement, the duller the scent became.
Fast cars driving down the road and shaking the ground
People stepping on me like I'm a nonexistent being.
The smell of isolation, The smell of a cold, colorless world.
Loneliness smells like a children's toy shop
The sweet fragrance of strawberry, bubble gum, cotton candy
that's appealing to many kids.
I was placed at the back of the shelves
and squeezed into a small space
together with other plastic toys that smell like new paint.
No one took a glimpse at me even once
because I was always blocked by the
new-released fluffy plushies
that have an addictive vanilla and coconut scent.
Every time someone enters the store,
I pray that they will bring me home, but they never did.
Later on, I was no longer on display.
but was thrown in the pitch-black storage room
that smells like a deserted island.
A room piled with dust,
filled with useless plastic packaging,
and unwanted, lonely toys like me.
The sweet fragrance of strawberry, bubble gum, cotton candy
that's appealing to many kids.
I was placed at the back of the shelves
and squeezed into a small space
together with other plastic toys that smell like new paint.
No one took a glimpse at me even once
because I was always blocked by the
new-released fluffy plushies
that have an addictive vanilla and coconut scent.
Every time someone enters the store,
I pray that they will bring me home, but they never did.
Later on, I was no longer on display.
but was thrown in the pitch-black storage room
that smells like a deserted island.
A room piled with dust,
filled with useless plastic packaging,
and unwanted, lonely toys like me.
Loneliness smells like a crowded room
full of people whom I don't know.
A mixture of odd scents from all of the strangers.
Cigarettes and booze.
Peppermint and oversprayed perfume.
Crisp snow and coffee.
Leather and incense.
All of them drifting through the congested space.
Though I'm surrounded by people
who are chatting contentedly with each other
I feel lonely. I feel like I do not belong here.
The unfamiliar scents are overwhelming me,
making my head spin.
As if all of the scents are exploding
like fire swirls in slow motion.
I just want to escape from this unfamiliarity and loneliness.
full of people whom I don't know.
A mixture of odd scents from all of the strangers.
Cigarettes and booze.
Peppermint and oversprayed perfume.
Crisp snow and coffee.
Leather and incense.
All of them drifting through the congested space.
Though I'm surrounded by people
who are chatting contentedly with each other
I feel lonely. I feel like I do not belong here.
The unfamiliar scents are overwhelming me,
making my head spin.
As if all of the scents are exploding
like fire swirls in slow motion.
I just want to escape from this unfamiliarity and loneliness.
