Life itself as turned into a lemon
Spraying sour juice on everything.
That’s why your eyes burn when you go outside.
That’s why you feel like your throat is dry.
Grab some water to dilute the days,
But I swear no amount of sugar could subtract the taste.
Life makes you take a big ass drink
Before you’ve even had time to complete
The recipe.
And then you spit it back out through your teeth
as you realize that your
Life is the lemon.
Life is the lemon
it is not sugar sweet.
It's sure to be an un-treat.
And I used to like sour but now my mouth hurts.
All twisted out of shape.
My mistake,
for forgetting
that,
Life is the lemon.
S.G
About the Creator
Serrena Gragg
Welcome to my poetry page. This is where I will leave pieces of me for those who care to read my thoughts.
More from me at
https://linktr.ee/Serrenathedead
xoxo,
S.g
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