Unfortunately I missed my second blog post for last week, so I am making my first blog post for this week earlier than usual in an attempt to make up for it.
Now for a poem I wrote.
cut into slices and balanced on a glass,
tart slices of sorrow pretending to be a sweet treat,
they dress up lemons and call them lemonade,
but they will always be lemons.
Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!
Now, to finish off with a quote from one my past poems,
“Listen and hear the sad blue Sky singing back to the Sun.” -Kylli Berg