"A lemon flower by the window?"
Souring my ears as I get closer
yet curiosity is over me
as the outside sounds tempting
Screams raised as I walk back
can't seem to let it go
As my attention is pulled back
like gravity
A look down
and my eyes become scars
itching my mind to scratch it
no way to turn back now
Every blink brings such image
"Should have heeded to the lemons"
not everything seen
is worth it.
