Mid-Sneeze

I've never had anyone look At me the way that you do. The first time I saw it, I tried To catch it but missed. Much like a shooting star Fast & fleeting. I remember the look on your face, The pieces of gold shone by the light. Your eyes, they do something to me In my collective thought. They break down an insane amount Of answers to questions I've never Thought to think. I've never had much luck when it comes to money, but I can imagine the amount of fear that makes someone insane off the thought of losing it. Today, tomorrow, always. To look up and see your eyes, A not so hidden pleasure Fast & fleeting. Out in the open and still somehow manage to miss it. The second, third, as well as fourth I plan to catch