MalihaOhona
Cinnamon Girl * Lana Del Rey
@its_ur__momm
somewhere between a cinnamon girl and a violet dream
playing on repeat, somewhere in her room, probably. Lana Del Rey, Norman Fucking Rockwell, 2019. this one hits different when you know her.
you already know. there is no explaining it.
she loves the shades of violet and purple hue,
as if the sky at twilight was painted just for you.
in every little thing she likes, those colors softly shine,
like stars that found a home and chose her heart to align.
her dark brown eyes hold stories warm and deep,
the kind that steal my thoughts and make my heartbeat leap.
and when she smiles, the clouds all drift away,
turning even ordinary moments into golden day.
when she laughs, the whole world seems to glow,
like sunlight through the trees or fresh-fallen snow.
she moves with quiet magic, gentle as can be,
a fairytale brought to life for only me to see.
she loves the songs of lana del rey,
where dreams and feelings swirl,
and sees herself reflected in the Cinnamon Girl.
i think of her at sunrise, i think of her at night,
she fills my mind with wonder and my darkest hours with light.
no jewel, no distant kingdom, no treasure from above,
could ever match the beauty of the girl I truly love.
for every shade of purple, every violet in the sky,
reminds me of her sweetness whenever she passes by.
and if one wish were granted, if I could choose just one,
i'd spend my days beside her until all my days were done.
for she is my favorite chapter, my melody, my dove,
the sweetest kind of fairytale, the truest kind of love.
for maliha