Stealing Lemons

Stealing Lemons

A Poem by N.A.

The light is there

but it’s weak

smothered

by cold air


You’re still afraid

We’d be miserable anyways

I’m stealing lemons

and breaking bonds


I dreamt of burning it down

I left dynamite

in the house

I can’t deal with it


And running 

past me

are eager teens

I’m barely moving


“What is happening?!”

I never screamed


It’s my brain itching

it hurts to be nice

I have no where to hide

my body is now a show

I don’t want to anymore


And I’m angry again

Until I regain my 

sympathies for you


A kid with special needs

caught me stealing

from his lemon tree

His mom got angry at him 

for yelling


She didn’t see me

hiding in the bushes

I’m sorry for that

for making her think

You were crazy


It’s sinking

I’m sinking

with it

Darkness follows

© 2013 N.A.


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Mia
Stealing lemons…yes…YES! Down to business…favourites, check! Ugly emotions made beautiful…that’s a skill! I was desperate for an escape and I’m not involved in the relationship. It’s a shame when the love’s gone but people still insist on playing chicken…no wants to be the one to leave so no one leaves there…just stuck…faking love sometimes even hate just to pretend to care!
You had me at…
“The light is there
but it’s weak
smothered
by cold air”


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Mia
Stealing lemons…yes…YES! Down to business…favourites, check! Ugly emotions made beautiful…that’s a skill! I was desperate for an escape and I’m not involved in the relationship. It’s a shame when the love’s gone but people still insist on playing chicken…no wants to be the one to leave so no one leaves there…just stuck…faking love sometimes even hate just to pretend to care!
You had me at…
“The light is there
but it’s weak
smothered
by cold air”


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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N.A.

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I am a person. I grew up in Southern California. I write fiction or I rant about things that bug or intrigue me. I also have pathetic poems. So enjoy the crazy. more..

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