𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗧 ➺ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

☆⋅⋆ ── the second poem

seeing autumnal scents come to life in your eyes // cinnamon eyes

now playing . . .

cinnamon ; jome
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
volume: ■■■■■□□□

i miss you. i hate to admit it, but i miss you.

i thought that weeks of watching the sun rise
and set would help me forget about you, my
darling. but glancing at your cinnamon eyes
has brought back feelings of fondness again.
oh, how the lovely silver in the darkness hasn't
helped me this time around. neither has the
gold in the sky either.

this time, i thought things would be different.
i thought that abandoning my peers who are
against you would help me express  my affections
to you. but things hadn't changed for us. no
matter how much permanent ink on card stock
pages i spill.

this time, things aren't different. at least, i'm
pretty sure they aren't. i know that things might
not change. no matter how much i catch
glances of you through the corner of my eye.
no matter how many times i've caught you
glancing at me

for this time is the same as last time. to you,
I'm merely someone that you used to know.
someone that has lost any bonds with you due
to my peers' preference in other fruits. you
don't have hope. at least, i don't think you do.

maybe we were just not meant to be after all.
maybe this is the moon and the stars telling
me to finally let go of you. maybe she's your
happiness, and i'm merely a stranger to you.
maybe i'm the girl who dances around you as
the clouds dance around the sun. maybe it's
too light for you to see me.

i hate how i might not be able to get glances of
your cinnamon eyes anymore. i hate that things
have gone this way. i hate that i might never get
to feel your cinnamon eyes cast a sunbeam of
warm reassurance upon my face.

i hate how you once loved me. but i was too late to love you back.