Lemon Candy
A lemon candy is you.
How sweet at first,
soon to turn sour as I chew.
What was pleasant is now dire,
yet you continue no caring, even if you tire.
Blame me for your worst,
simply stating, "You are a curse."
Astounded, I ask, "Why is that?"
Continuing to feed me
your past expire.
Leaving one last taste that makes my face lour...
I have been caught in your bitter crossfire.
That's your cue —
YOU ARE READING
Essence : poetry
PoetryA collection of my thoughts set on fire and the ashes are used as compost for growth.
