Every time I find myself thinking of You,
Time, it seems, gets into a humorous mood,
flows as fast
as molasses would.

Minutes turn into days
hours get tangled like a maze
where Life, inebriated,
walks heel-to-toe, sideways

My arrested heart
eventually does confess
to drinking more than a few shots
in Your remembrance

And if it were a one time thing
I would do that mandatory AA stint
But truth is that, You, I just can't seem to hate
So, congrats for binding my will in a stalemate.

— EntangleDesigns

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