Lemonade
By skapunkgirl
Those bars look pretty heavy. Are you sure you don’t want help? No, I see that smile. I see those dimples And that same sparkle In those eyes. How do you do it? I never could. You’re a beautiful blackbird In a… Cage, Locked-up safe, Prison. Yet that tune you’re humming Is louder than ever. It hurts their ears. But not mine. Your sweet music makes me smile. Do you See through the clouds and smoke? That must be what you do. In a room full of half-empties, You manage to stay Half-full. It must be frustrating To have all those sour lemons, So strong that they could kill. How could you turn around and offer me A tall glass of lemonade— Just as sweet as your laugh? I worry so much about you. I want to help Lift those bars, Twist the combination, And find the key. But your song tells me You’re free, You’re free… You are so freemy first poem ever posted on here Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 01:10 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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