Lemonade

Tell me something Cupcake
Should I call you a glass of wine or wine itself
Should I keep the smell on the glass or the wine in the bottle
I really admire your taste, it makes mine
I saw you as a mere challenge
I didn’t understand what life’s battles would be like around you
Until we faced them by each other’s side
Sometimes thinking about you satisfies my day
Your sense of difference leaves me in awe
Every time your eyes lock with mine
I’m tempted to kiss your lipstick off
Or better yet take off your floral dress
Marked with juice spills from our picnic date
Seemingly interested in wrapping yourself around me
Sometimes I ask myself what make are you of
I might just say you match me differently
Like the sweetest lemonade I’ve ever tasted
With mixtures of good and wrong
A muse’s voice in my life song.

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