Addicted to Nostalgia.

This nostalgia’s like crack -

A straight emotional attack,

As it forces me down the back track.

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Like a bee to nectar, I’m attracted.

Don’t know how it happened -

I was once so placid.

Now, when I walk by this paths entrance,

I just can’t pass it.

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A path littered with roses and daisies

That smell of your perfume - amazing.

As my nostrils consume their scent,

The memories start blazing.

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They fill my perspective, a hundred percent.

They’re so bright they blind me,

To the point I may as well be crazy.

So what’s a crack in this path,

When these sun rays are bleeding?

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As these remnants of wrath melt -

Filling the torn concrete -

I follow wherever this light leads me.

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There was originally one more stanza, and the second and very last ones were structured a bit differently. I’ll leave the original ending and original structuring here, I’d be interested to hear thoughts on them.

They fill my perspective, by a hundred percent.

They’re so bright they blind me,

To the point I may aswell be crazy.

.

So what’s a crack in this path,

When these sun rays are bleeding?

As these remnants of wrath melt -

Filling the torn concrete -

I follow wherever this light leads me.

.

Yet, I can’t help but ask myself,

‘If I told you love is what I felt,

Would you believe me?’