golden lemonade
this was written to match/oppose "blue Jollyranchers". I've come full-circle in writing this, and I think it's kind of ironic-- when I was supposed to be the happiest, "head over heals" in love, I wrote about shades of blue. Now that I've resolved to end the relationship, I'm writing about yellow and contentedness. You tell me...
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golden lemonade
the sun
showers me through the window,
robes me in
sweet, hazy
warmth.
Summer sings
and a halo is formed,
golden and pure and bright.
Clarity and strength
ring through me,
giving me hope.
A sip of lemonade
satisfies my taste,
but parches my throat,
much like his
recent kisses.
the gold in my
Styrofoam cup
harmonizes with
the yellows of the sunshine.
The rays guide me
like a beacon,
and I trust them
contentedly.
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golden lemonade
the sun
showers me through the window,
robes me in
sweet, hazy
warmth.
Summer sings
and a halo is formed,
golden and pure and bright.
Clarity and strength
ring through me,
giving me hope.
A sip of lemonade
satisfies my taste,
but parches my throat,
much like his
recent kisses.
the gold in my
Styrofoam cup
harmonizes with
the yellows of the sunshine.
The rays guide me
like a beacon,
and I trust them
contentedly.