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Eyes Like a Pot of Honey

today i sat down on my phone,
hoping to find something fun,
but instead to find something to make my mind run,
longing for something that would make it slow down, 
at least to a jog,
when i saw your name my heart began to pound, 
a rhythm to make your breathing heavy and your back weak,
where you fold like a piece of string and fall into a sleep,
a slumber you never seem to wake up from but still somehow learn to sleepwalk through life,
i can never seem to get you out of my head,
as soon as i think i’m over you somehow all the memories seem to come back to me,
the night where i saw you for the first time in what felt like an eternity,
even though we were little i never forgot your smile and deep brown eyes,
eyes you could get lost in, 
eyes like a pot of honey, 
the honey that gets stuck on your fingers you can never get off,
just like you,
stuck in my head like honey.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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