When life gives you lemons
make a cocktail
and leave the world wondering how..
When love could be called an abstract idea...
When bad language was considered profanity...
When a good heart was acknowledged as weak and vulnerable...
When a provokative show was summoned a cram of indecency...
When being rude was the only comeback to a conversation...
When loving someone was so stupid...
When falling for a trap was said to be dumb and mindless...
You were said to be a goddess when you can please someone ever so sinfully
or a legend when you break an already shattered heart.
You'd live in your own sins
but inhibit in between the foolishness.
You'll get stuck between your ropes, knots, traps, and tangles
but who said you weren't the one causing them?
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
