Sixth sense

the vague smell of cedar enters the room before you do

You would probably cut down all the trees in the world to keep it

I would do it for you

everything i write means nothing. 

They're just words that are put together to make sentences

some action there

an adjective to describe your blown up eyes

maybe throw in a preposition to describe how you threw yourself into my life

only to rip yourself out

but all they are 

are words

You will still leave the room, leaving your scent behind you

Cedar