Honey

When I talk about you, compliments gush out of my mouth. they pour like a bottle of honey now my bottle is almost empty you squeeze and squeeze until only drops are left and even then you hit the bottle, wanting more you long for more honey but there is never enough so you buy another bottle. you long for nectar like a hummingbird you envy them, for they can fly backwards and you cant so you hit and hit the bottle, wanting more but the bottle has gone dry and so has my heart.