Lemonheads
sweet and sour
open morning flower
candy kisses taste delicious
open arms
who closed your heart
if your thoughts there
your never really here
so easy to like
too hard to love
yellow sunshine fades into blueness of rain
your eyes wisp of hidden pain
in slumber you whisper his name
empty box of lemonheads
empty heart that's always his
your love first taste so sweet
but always ends sour
petals shed into the wind
my fragile morning flower
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2016
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