Millions [Poetry]

lemon bloom

lemon bloom

jan25twenty17

it's 2am, I'm here again, painting fragile daisies all across my fading consciousness.

the burrows of my unkept hair, have disappeared into the air, and I sigh and smile a little for the tears draw back a bit.

the strumming of the offbeat chords echo softly in my brain, I find myself deciding I'd like to be a dream someday.

lost in all the cave systems, minerals shining bright. I lost myself a while ago but found someone even better, still with time.

a life shone on by false sunshine, maybe I should down some pills, to see that false sunshine is not without its thrills.

I've soured into something sweet, but hurts your teeth to eat. leaving trees behind me, there are better places to be.

menagerie of fairytale, woven in my heart. one day I might stop crying even before I start.

intertwining hearts of glass, trailing back in time. our memory is frozen in the place that I call mine.

and blooming from the diseased soil - how could this ever be? the smallest of the lemon trees has a place he likes to be.