Cinnamon.

The secret suddenly surrenders itself,
turns my smile to shock.
Unimaginable, how a simple detail
Could've evaded me for so long.
Maybe I'll wait,
Maybe I'll stick around,
with the hope that nothing's gonna change.

I honestly haven't felt this
Flustered,
in easily a year.
But the fire's casting a glow
gently following the
simple quiet movements of
Your voice in the summer air.

I'm impatient to see a
Piece of the Old You.
I know you got caught but
I can't cease to find so many
incredible stories.

I'm annoyed with myself
but I can't help but wonder
If I had been crafted just
a few years sooner,
If I'd be wanted.

Burns Like Acid,
Tastes Like Cinnamon.