You tiptoe around
Your feelings
Keep them in a bag
With a zipper
And zip them up
You say you're like lemonade
You can be sweet
But you can be sour
And people told you
To just be orange juice
Plain and sweet
You said all this
With that look on your face
That you get
When you're ashamed
Embarrassed
Abashed
I told you not to worry
Because I love
Lemonade
Posted in response to the challenge Five #2.
Love is an open door?
All you need is love?
Love story?
I know that feeling
A bit differently
Not quite what the song was intended for
But I know of love
That opens doors
The love that is
Dear New York City,
I don’t know what it is
That makes me love it so much
Maybe it’s the buildings
That stretch towards the sky
Forever reaching upwards
Have you ever seen dozens of roses?
A field perhaps
Covered in red beauty
Have you ever tried walking through dozens of roses?
Your fingertips perhaps
Covered in red blood
From afar roses are gorgeous
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