Limes

today is your birthday
or maybe it’s mine
fifteen years ago
you dried your eyes

laid your body in brine
dissolving the teenager
from your mind
it’s time
to put away those limes

you were the first to hold me
hands still a little citrusy
now mothers womb can’t protect me
from your bathroom
shrine
my little heartbeat said
it’s time to put away those limes

every day
i was your angel
thinking of life from a different angle
hold my hand
my hair is tangled
you smell so good
don’t yell at me
i am wood
easy to break
quick to splinter
but maybe it’s time to put away those limes

i was the sun shine
of your prime time
walking the line with me
of your limelight
i would never stay quiet
always begging why
why do i have a bed time
why does the sky cry some times
why does it smell so
green it stings
out the door she sings
put away those limes

cause it was time
on your birthday or mine
to let the fire inside spry
but instead you cried
green tears
and a couple of beers

sirens shine
in the last of the limelight
and handcuffs are like an hourglass
reaching so fast
i’ll love you till the end of time
daddy’s girl
till your name can’t whine mine
out of reach at last

it’s time to put away those limes.

"If life gives you lemons make lemonade"
Okay understandable. but what if life gave me limes.
Do I throw it back and expect a lemon in return?
Or Do I try my best to make lemonade with limes?