The sun’s rays taste like freshly squeezed lemon
Its sweat dripping down my face
Everyone talks so highly of heaven
But have you ever seen space?
A universal magic in us all
Stars fall to your fingertips
And like some well-known, but unspoken law
We take a turn with Pandora’s purse
And her lips become unzipped
We’re parched from poison
Lemonade far too opaque
The sweet pastel sun
Won’t let me take a drink
As the words ‘just be friends’ leaves my lips into a hiss, he looks to me like I have fangs and I’ve just infected him. He confuses my tears for contradiction, but I was just overwhelmed by a happy ending that came too soon. But you can’t bite into a lemon and expect lemonade. The sweet taste of the sugar I remember no longer lingers. The bee had harvested the honey and didn’t leave any for me. The bee didn’t ask for it. And I didn’t, the sting. But destiny permits the bee to fall if he puts up his guard too eagerly. He feels threatened when others seek out the flower of his favor. But the pollen turns to venom, and the honey turns to tar. A midnight snack was his favorite flavor. A sacrifice for a love sought long ago. For a friend that turned to foe.
What do you do
When life gives you limes?
All this talk
Of lemons making lemonade
But no one wants
Limeade
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