Darkness cascades your silhouette
As we dance down the line
Of heartbreaks and lemons
A fresh lemon squeezed
Right on top of me
A burning sensation falling in the cracks
A wound that will be on my forever
Stained as a tattoo of guilt
The possessiveness of my heart
My perception, enhanced into
Much more
Spraying your favorite perfume on
Long lasting scents
Always has the men coming
Huh honey
The lemons change my view
On things I could no longer run from
My demons I thought I got rid of before
if somebody were to notice-
I'm just as shocked
When some they like fruit
I did not expect the men
To be as desperate
But they smelled the lemon
And noticed, I was the drug
I was always making others high
For someone, who's always had lemons on them.
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poetry <3
Poetrya poem compilation :) "But bloody fingernails and blood shot eyes A Bruised heart and insecure thoughts That- That is love"
