The cake had been eaten or smashed into the floor.
The balloons had been popped and thrown away.
The signs were now crumpled and torn.
The movie had ended in the best way.
The games had been closed up tight.
The songs had been sung.
And the door had been closed for the last time of the night.
Now I'm stuck with the After Party for one.
YOU ARE READING
A Dash of Lemon
PoetryThis is a bunch of random poetry I wrote. Key word being random. Some of it kind of has a story continuing from my other poetry book, (Backwards Lemons) but it's not super important. Some of it's insane, some of it's random, some of it's crazy, and...
