you smell like faded cinnamon
the type we used to buy for our tea
wed sip and giggle and listen to cinnamon girl by Lana del ray
sometimes wed hold hands and dance around your living room
like no one was home
and no one else mattered
you'd spin me around
"Hold me, love me, touch me, honey"
you'd pull me close
"Be the first who ever did"
you'd pull back
"But if you hold me without hurting me
You'll be the first who ever did"
you'd let go
the tea would be cold
cinnamon still strong
face still close
you'd whisper in my ear
"I'll hold you without hurting you"
until the record would scratch
the music stopped
and you left
you weren't the first who ever stayed and didn't hurt me
you still smell like cinnamon
and your still my cinnamon girl
and in my head I'm still spinning
I'm still on your couch
and I'm still drinking tea in your arms
but the cinnamon scent has faded now
the teas cold
and you left when you said you never would.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
you smell like faded cinnamon
the type we used to buy for our tea
wed sip and giggle and listen to cinnamon girl by Lana del ray
sometimes wed hold hands and dance around your living room
like no one was home
and no one else mattered
you'd spin me around
"Hold me, love me, touch me, honey"
you'd pull me close
"Be the first who ever did"
you'd pull back
"But if you hold me without hurting me
You'll be the first who ever did"
you'd let go
the tea would be cold
cinnamon still strong
face still close
you'd whisper in my ear
"I'll hold you without hurting you"
until the record would scratch
the music stopped
and you left
you weren't the first who ever stayed and didn't hurt me
you still smell like cinnamon
and your still my cinnamon girl
and in my head I'm still spinning
I'm still on your couch
and I'm still drinking tea in your arms
but the cinnamon scent has faded now
the teas cold
and you left when you said you never would.
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