Lemon pie


You always smile like you're about to cry.
Eyes watering when you say you happy for me.
Is it true? That you stopped ordering lemon pie at our favorite café?

Your eyes seem to speak
When I clearly see them shut by
Your hair is strangled
Your hand keeps sticking it behind
I await your response
But you don’t reply
Why don’t you order
lemon pie
To break the silence
that crept in beside

Hardly a sigh, nothing left to say.
The menu has said it all.
The bitter truth that me cry
The final demise of the lemon pie.

  • Authors: Andromeda (Pseudonym), spilleronsheet, Paul Bell
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  • Finished: October 31st, 2021 12:28
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  • Category: Love
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  • Paul Bell

    Looking at lemon pie in a new light now.

    • spilleronsheet

      The lemon pie got fused with so many tastes inside

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