Poetry

People always told me,“When life gives you lemons,make lemonade.”But,no one ever told me what to do with the lemonadeafter I made it.My fridge is filled with lemonade,and,I don’t even like the stuff.

I should have known we would never work When you told me your favorite color was orange I hate orange The color, the fruit, the juice, the smell They say opposites attract But I think that’s only true to an…
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That moment of dread, when you watch a tangerine sunset. The fruit fading as the sky voraciously swallows that last slice of light, and you are left in the dark, alone.

I remember the first time I saw that twinkle Bright, pure, happy, dancing As I looked to the sky now I could see nothing but black The stars were falling Falling down your face And as I brushed the stardust…
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