Going home, exhausted, I immediately jumped right into my bed. It was a long night, tiring, but I was happy. I already forgot what games we played, I already forgot how her cotton candy tasted, I already forgot how I felt during the show too. Only for tonight though, I'll remember everything in the morning. But there's one thing I'll never forget.
Her scent.
When she's next to me, or when she hugs me, I can recognize that smell from miles. It was awesome.
Cinnamon and apples.
I can call her cinnamon girl.
She drank that vodka like it tasted like bad tasting pills, like kerosene. But when I got some on my hands, I licked it off, because the taste was amazing.
It feels like everything reminds me of her, even colors.
Violet like the sky we were under
Blue like the clothes she was wearing
Green like her gorgeous eyes that I could stare at for decades
Red like her hair tie.
The fact that I noticed such small detail angered me. I am mad.
I'm mad because I fell for it again.
I'm not obsessed, but it feels like it.
I can't sleep, I keep thinking about everything. Because everything reminds me of her. I could write an entire Extended Play for her.
And then it hit her.
Rainbow Dash immediately jumped off her bed and rushed to her working room. She grabbed a sheet and a pen and began writing.
Her feelings
about her, or in general
About everything Rainbow just described.
Oh how good it felt to be able to know what to write about again.
When she was done, Rainbow Dash eyed the piece of paper and smiled.
This will be the perfect single for her upcoming EP.
Another EP never crossed her mind, but because of her, it had to happen.
I am not obsessed though, I just can't let out my feelings in different way.
Cinnamon in my teeth
From your kiss
You're touching me
All the pills that you did
Violet, blue, green, red to keep me
At arm's length don't work
You try to push me out
But I just find my way back in
Violet, blue, green, red to keep me out
I win
There's things I wanna say to you
But I'll just let you live
Like if you hold me without hurting me
You'll be the first who ever did
There's things I wanna talk about
But better not to keep
But if you hold me without hurting me
You'll be the first who ever did
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Hold me, love me, touch me, honey
Be the first who ever did
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Hold me, love me, touch me, honey
Be the first who ever did
Kerosene in my hands
You make me mad, I'm fire again
All the pills that you take
Violet, blue, green, red to keep me at arm's length don't work
There's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you leave
Like if you hold me without hurting me
You'll be the first who ever did
There's things I wanna talk about, but better not to keep
But if you hold me without hurting me
You'll be the first who ever did
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Hold me, love me, touch me, honey
Be the first who ever did
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Hold me, love me, touch me, honey
Be the first who ever did
There's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you leave
Like if you hold me without hurting me
You'll be the first who ever did
There's things I wanna talk about, but better not to keep
Like if you hold me without hurting me
You'll be the first who ever did
Lana Del Rey - Cinnamon Girl
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