There are moments which u desire: to hold and make it your own,
To bring out from u a fire, to stand against em those who shake their heads and fingers fore at u,
Times like these u console urself and advise wha u wudn't to ur best confidant but only to ur self true,
Then u see the moment pass-by and think wha was worth and what not,
You convince urself it was: with all conviction, to ur own tru self , with ur own hollow convictions,
But you realize it ever so often that 'twas like a scent of a woman u'd want to know : to study : to hold,
But the moment u turn to look at the one who wears it , u realize it's there jus to make you do that.
