A Complicated Mess

I hear your voice, like honey on my heart
I feel your words, like warmth that’s sticky sweet
We’ve grown together, since we’ve been apart
Dichotomy was never so complete!
Complete me with emotions, undefined
Define your thoughts; proclaim them when we speak
Like poetry is frequently combined
With complex sounds that makes its words unique
You said that we’re a complicated mess
I like to think we’re just a metaphor
A metaphor that’s messy, but I guess
If life was perfect, life would be a bore!
A complicated mess of honeyed hearts
Is more than sweetened warmth of fits and starts.

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