at night, having someone means nothing,
unless they're lying there next to you.
my mind is stuck like childhood toys
half submerged in dried cement.
all i need are lemons
to rub on the cuts
or to make lemonade,
but i am lost in the shadow of the spade--
lost, forgetting everything i once knew.
wondering, "what do i do?"
the answer always stung.
no matter how old i get,
i'm always dumb and naive.
i am always falling in love,
i am always falling apart.
there will always be a lesson to learn.
there will always be new truth to find.
tonight, i decide on "goodnight"
and not "goodbye", and it tastes like
cool, bitter liquid running down
my raw, aching throat.
when life hands you lemons,
please,
make lemonade.
don't be like me.
YOU ARE READING
Lemon
Poetrythis is the story of a girl who's not so young anymore, but hasn't quite gotten used to being older. it's a story of looking at everyone else and looking at yourself and wondering "why can't i be happy?" it's a story about finding meaning in unexpec...
