Haze

His eyes were liquid honey
Blazing and brimming awake;
‘Twas twilight reflected on his gaze.

She stares away, in a daze
Instincts clouded and lips locked away,
Memories clouded and muddled.
This familiar haze….

But, there it stays,
The raging storm
From a time before dawn.
Yet again, the familiar emotions
Grips the saint; so silence,
Please, let me tame the devil.
Let the ugliness and lingering touches fade
Lightly, till she reaches the meadow.

In this haze, let the past fade,
She will give up,
For now, it isn’t her place.
Maybe later, all that will remain
Is the nostalgic ache.

Dear reader, Have your ever felt like your past is impeding your progress? How do you move past it? In this case, I write about crushes, which seem to impart the same emotions – dread and illogical happiness, regardless of your age. Yet, we may choose not to pursue it due to unforeseeable repercussions. It’s a strange emotion indeed.

Fable

In those moments,
The fireflies took over the surface,
And the stars whipped past the sky.
I lie here,
With the dewdrops of night,
And the grass tickling my sides.
I see you smiling,
Looking up,
It’s like your mind is wandering
With mine; at the very moment
Unleash the fairyland
On which we travel,
Embracing monsters
And facing the dreams.
I’m next to you,
Clad in metal,
We walk.
Wind on our faces and all.
Our thoughts differ,
And we drift again.
Yet, those summer nights
Under the wrap of the pines
Burning, your warmth remains.

Dear reader, what was your first summer love like? Was it seasonal or did it last? I think summer love is magical, and quite different from winter. To put it blunty, I have no idea how people manage to cuddle while sweating. It is truly magical 😂

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