childhood crushes

childhood-crush
perhaps,
my poetry,
is a culmination,
of every person that’s caught my eye,
that’s stolen my hearts attention,
if but a moment,
if but a faint etch in my mind,
a distant saffron fragrance in my soul,
like faded ink on perfumed paper,
like a pressed petal that’s lost it’s fragrance.

W.E.

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