

A wise man once said “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”
What if you dont like lemonade?
Would a cup of tea suffice?
Or am I just screwed?
Washing away the pain like a cold shower washes away the drunk
I could tell you I enjoy dancing in the rain,
but that will only put the sun to shame
Does the moon shine more bright?
Will the sun still rise if I leave tonight?
The whisky burns
The determination burns harder
If you could take my pain
I would take your pride
and together we could paint this city red.
I hide my face from the world
afraid that id be hurled
into a place that’s swirled
with discontent and lies
my head is constantly spinning
but i know now its just the beginning
because its as if im swimming
in a pool of a weakened disguise
i feel like im compressed
into a life that is obsessed
with an idea thats as depressed
as the one where my disguise dies
but if life werent so complex
and emotions such shipwrecks
and love just infects
then my friend thered be no goodbyes
-Calyn