Syrup

I feel mushy and wanted to write the mushiest thing I could. "Syrup is disgusting to everyone but the one consuming it."

Something as curious as you

Makes one as curious as I

What did your parents do

To make angels polish those eyes?

And what of your smile?

Does it make clones?

As more just pop up

Everywhere you go

I must know -

Is your voice box a harp?

When it's played, angels show

And a new sunrise starts

When they gave you a heart,

Did they add an H?

'Cause you have a warmth

That makes a fireplace look fake

How many sculptors did it take,

To craft something like you?

Because such a fine shape

Must need more than two

There's something within you

I can't quite see or hear

I might need a telescope

Or perhaps a crystal sphere

It's not a vacuum cleaner

And it isn't a beacon,

But you make dead grass greener

And Mondays feel like weekends

Author's Note

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