Yodeyma Smells We talk of nothing, talk of days, Coffee cups and silent rain, Simple words we lightly say, Yet they linger, leave a trace. Yodeyma smells, Yodeyma smells, Drawing closer, breaking spells, Yodeyma smells. Your hand brushed softly over mine, Almost nothing, barely real, But inside that fragile line Time stood still, refused to heal. I know what I was waiting for, What drew our separate paths to one. Not a moment, not before — Just Yodeyma, said and done. Yodeyma smells, Yodeyma smells, Drawing closer, breaking spells, Yodeyma smells.
