When problems burst
From the lemon heart,
Acids turn, stomachs crunch.
Sparkles form on lazy eyes,
Lips will curl on the lower side.
And with a hug you will sob,
Then you will try to hold your heart,
But it's inside, you might die.
So you just knock.. But no one comes.

Some will want your lemon heart,
Expose the truth, add some spice.
So you'll just nod and start to see,
That no one asked, if you're alright.

Your heart will quinch, and you shall write
An art like this that:       "no one asked"
But in the end, you will lie
Cause you will try to be alright.

I wish to slice your lemon hearts,
To sip the part, that **" Life is sad "