Miss Haze

Crush

A flutter on my insides
They churn and churn
And lovely tune of
Lullabies
That I thought I discern 

They smell like flowers,
Blooming of love
A lovely start of a morning
Became a poison thereof

I was blinded,
for some reason.
A magic spell that
Made me turn pages
of the fashion this season.

I didn't know what mood
to swing this day and onwards
Only looking at him
Made me feel like flying or
become awkward.

But bit by bit it started to hurt
Imagining impossible scenarios
Red colors from my heart
Everywhere it exerts

I've come to realize
Why do I like him?
Why do I care?
Why can I see him everywhere?

I'm discouraged to
leap the cliff and advance
But I have no home to go
When I miss that chance

So where do I go?
Time will tell
Will the garden of sorrow stop to grow?
Or this addicting river of diversion will continue to flow?

-Butter