They say when life gives you Lemons
Make Lemonade

I was given Blueberries
And the first five were Sweet as can be
But soon they started turning Bitter
And Sour
And now I don’t even want to look at the bowl

I looked at you
We talked for hours and hours and your words blinded me
They wrapped me up and I put my trust in you
But a whisper slipped through the ribbon
And I asked a question
And you lied.

Life gave me Lemons wrapped in Sugar
Lemons dripped in Alcohol that I can’t get enough of
Lemons warped into Strawberries and Raspberries
And now their true, brash, abrasive color is showing

How do I make lemonade
When I used all the sugar
Realizing I was stuck with Lemons?