"Lilac Lemonade" by me
Category: Writing and Poetry
LILAC LEMONADE sharp guitar, rip through the strings walls are chipping, once were pink flowers take me back to preschool, plastic petal covered minds. light as yellow as a sunset spill your tea before it's cold, red sheets stained with discreet glances potted roses, stench of mold. sip on lilac lemonade it sends shivers down your spine pierces crudely through your teeth, » Continue Reading