I might have caught it wrong, But often when my left cant make much to compare, And the right is short of words, It makes someting to create a sense, Like u, as a whole.. You are the smell of the coockies, This smell I remember from the backery called eloras, It was right behind the football ground, The old lady with her British accent & mannerism, Cookies per 2 rs that used to be costly, I never had enough in my khakee half pants, But the lady always gave 2 for whatever money i had, And it filled my hunger with that amazing taste, Ohh yes the smell, though years after, But i somehow whenever tired and sweated, That sweet smell of cookies as i look at u.
