Too me you're like a glass of lemonade on a summer day
I drink it to quench my thirst
Yet it leaves a rough taste in my mouth
I still crave something more suitable for my parched lips
Yet with this the closest cool refreshment
I take another tentative sip
I don't know why I do this
Seeing as I've never quite cared for lemonade
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Contemplation
PoetryPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
