The thing about crushes is that they're all the same ,
and yet all burn with a different flame
The pages being written on,read from and walked on
Tearing at your heart feelings ready to maim
With a million paper cuts,
But worth every word written on them
With the pages turning yellow but the words on them turning golden
I keep it with me , the faded monochrome picture like a memory,
I take it out enough to have a look
When my heart and head refuse to believe, that they still have some warmth left
That the cold hasn't eaten up everything inside
And frost hasn't covered the last flicker of light,
I take it out and reminisce
Of the flashbacks of my earthquakes
No, that's too intense ,isn't it
The feeling was silky lavender flowing through my veins,
Lying in a field of lavenders under a lavender sky,
The butterflies,that often turned into little dragons breathing a lavender fire ,
It was the color the protagonist's cheeks turn after a flushed dance,
The spark when you first hold a hand and never want to let it go ,
The rejuvenation when spring peeks and winter packs for a long hibernation,
It was the smell of your childhood home,
It was the voice of your friend's laughter,
It was music engulfing you,
It was the peace that poets talk about finding at lakes,
The feeling that quietly comes in, to whisper into your ear
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