Sugar from the years

saccharine and sweet ,

reaches my elated ears

like cold breeze in the heat.

Blinded by his golden smiles

I’m drowning in the wit,

covering millions of miles

oblivious to pits.

Reassurance is sprayed upon

and praises overflow,

feels like recognition from aeons

alike from head to toe.

Unaware of flattery, want to call him a “friend,”

until he walks me down the road, and I’m struggling in the end .