Stupid Ode Poem: Honey on the palm of my hands is the way it feels when I hold you . Staring into your warm tender eyes and in them I feel safe . The way your lips separate me from reality .

Underneath a sky full of eyes, I tried calling you back .

I just don’t know what to do . You have caught me missing you again .

I crave you like a pounding heart losing momentum . Your lips are a nicotine rush, a predictable addiction .