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Lemon Jun 2020
๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž?
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ˆ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ ๐›๐ž?
๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ซ๐จ๐› ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ? ๐Ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก?
๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก?

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ ,
๐ˆ๐ง ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐›๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐’‰๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’”.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž
๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž

๐ˆ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐,
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐จ๐ญ. ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ. ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐.
๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ญ, ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐, ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž,
๐๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ž'๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž,

๐€ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฑ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ,
๐€ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฌ.
๐€๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž, ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž,
โ€˜๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐‚๐€๐๐๐Ž๐“ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡๐„.

๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ,
๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ?

๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐›๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ,
๐€๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ž๐›๐š๐ญ๐ž:
๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐Š. ๐‹๐ˆ๐•๐„๐’. ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘.
Lemon Apr 2020
Something. It was always something.
And whenever it was nothing
That something came crashing in
Amplifying, magnifying, falsifying

Nothing is ever as hard as living
Nothing was ever as easy as quitting
Surviving was unforgiving
Dying was unremitting

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

No one lone thing could change the world
For better or worse, all unknown
Transcendence be the killer of all
Be a hero, die alone

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

A tattered quest
A broken trail
A sin confessed
Allโ€™s bound to fail
A heart of stone to anchor down
A heart of gold, a thievesโ€™ crown
A heart of ice to thaw the beast
An injured heart, long deceased

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

A damaged soul, laid to rest
Unforgiving and unremitting
A hero's tale, told at best
Rescript and falsely fitting
Lemon May 2019
Four helping hands
Its two for two
The third to last
Is feeling blue

Let go, let go
Can't hold no more
Let go, let go
Now three not four

Three helping hands
Now all for one
The third to last
He's time is done
Lemon Apr 2019
SHE
I'd finally discovered tame
In a world just so insane
Where memories destroy themselves
All pawns in this unnerving game

I wouldn't know, and still don't know
What we were meant to be
Though time, and time, and time again
I think what you think of me

Now we never talk, never look,
Never even smile
When our glances meet; eyes betraying
Every once a while

I heard them say you hate me now
I'd gladly take the blame
But mention why and tell me how
You hadn't done the same

I'm over this, and over you
And I don't even care
I've changed a bit, and you have too
From the time we used to share
Lemon Apr 2019
The pitter patter of rain drops
Dripping at the seems
Swishing, shploshing, never stops
We don't know what it means

Gives the sky a saddened look?
Tears of masked despair?
Clouds cry out like tree leaves shook
Not one fruit to bare

Or does it gift to us a chance?
A series of liquid love?
That raised the plants and made them dance
A blessing from above

So look with eyes of wonder now
And contemplate the sky
Let the weather show you how
The rain drops drip on by
Lemon Sep 2017
"You shine so bright, in darkest night,
When no one else would try.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
Where there's no more need to cry.

For beauty can't compare to you,
And neither could the Earth.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
So take off, for what its worth.

You whisper now, a quiet attempt,
To stop the salty tears.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
To getaway from all your fears.

You place your hand upon my cheek,
And gently rub the skin.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
Let your afterlife begin.

Teary eyes, and rosey cheeks,
Your smiles could never fail.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
On the tears in which you sail.

I look at you and now I know,
That darling you are home.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
Cause its hell when I'm alone..."
I am sad ฮ ^ฮ 
Lemon Sep 2017
"Some days I wish I were a bird,
To fly through heaven's gate.
To visit you everyday,
Not daring to be late.

But my wings haven't began to grow,
My soul is not yet clear.
I watched you fly, into the sky,
As you watched me shed a tear.

I miss you here on Earth,
Where more people sort to know.
That God is one for picking best,
Why I'M here and YOU had to go.

No!

Just, please say something funny,
Please say something kind.
Cause the sadness is overwhelming,
As its running through my mind.

There's not a day to go by,
Where your arms can hold me dear.
I wished for just a simple hush,
Your voice is all I hear.

You hope for me to be strong,
For all of us feel sorrow.
But hope, my dear, will bear today,
Our strength saved for tomorrow..."
I'm sad ฮ ^ฮ 

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