Vials - Lemonade

Where the winds are woving me?
For the third time coming I couldn't be
Deniss, how are you, miss me imagine me!

Still located on one land, hovering
Around, father fishing deep pink sea

Me painting varnish on my nails, lest avoid
the heat from despair, Cristal sipping momma

To be honest, feels like three years I didn't pull
off poetry, I'm tired of it, landscapes are
wild, the sea is eating, grasping power

In my palms which are small hapiness,
ladling like decaying, I am faltering of the
fact how happy everyone and merry (how good the folks pretending)

Good thoughts will do?

Except for lady, she's loving intently, differ
from the others, nickname September,
knowing where the winds are congregating

O, she accidentally binned cherry, is a hope
within, thus my dear hope flew off, off her
noise, she throwed from a cliff

Lady is me! Imma dive into the yellow-
waves, splashing, selling, I shall not give
up my simple life?

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Dreaming of lemonade, motorcycles,
lemonade, motorcycles..

Dennis, kom-on, come on, Please dont say
no, Acacia's in face, his hand on my waist,
dont give a heck!
 
Lemonade.