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Honey

Alma Murphy states, “I wrote ‘Honey’ in 2018, after I met my current boyfriend. As many people can relate to heartbreak, or falling in love with the wrong person, ‘Honey’ proves that the simplicity of even just the way you look into the right person’s eyes can make your heart realize it is finally at home. Everyone sees blue eyes as the ‘beauty of the sky’ or ‘the ocean,’ while brown-eyed individuals often feel left out. ‘Honey’ brings out the beauty of those brown-eyed romantics."

Your eyes are like honey.

And if we are being honest, that is exactly how I love my tea.

Warm. Golden.

Sweet.

I’ve decided that you are made of honeycomb; because, how else can a man be this charming?

I have never fallen for a boy with eyes like mine.

I was so used to drowning in the vast oceans of blue-eyed lovers,

that my ears were not familiar with your honey-flavored whispers.

My heart, surprised to taste such sweetness after years of salt and bitterness,

was excited for this sugar-rush.

When I see you smile, my heart feels the way

it looks when the sun seeps into your golden eyes as we are driving down the

road.

Or maybe, sometimes, it’s because

I get your eyes and the sunset confused-

How can I not? It’s all the same; warm. Blinding.

Passionate.

Even at nighttime, when the sun has left, and I already finished your tea and

honey,

you pour me a stronger drink.

And I begin to taste my favorite whiskey

in your seductive stare.

Your intoxicating kisses keep my head spinning throughout the night.

I can’t see straight,

yet,

my hands know exactly where to go.

Dark liquor courses through my veins, but I can tell,

with you,

that I don’t have to hide my hurt with it anymore.

After all, being with you, I am in a drunken state that is so worth risking the

hangover.

I know I keep saying the color is the reason why

I love your eyes so much.

But when I look into them, it’s not the golden brown pigmentation of your iris I notice the most-

I have fallen in love with the way you look back at this girl

with the sun-kissed skin,

and the way you remember how I love my tea-

with honey.

•ALMA MURPHY lives in Streator.

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