I crashed my bike the other day and I have this massive green bruise on my arm. But we’re making lemons into lemonade by using it as INSPIRATION. (side note, I really like lemons, and lemonade is always way too sweet. I like sour stuff, so I usually pucker more while drinking lemonade than when just eating lemons. Because of all the sweetness. I guess I kind of ruined that analogy then. I would say I’m making gross lemonade into tasty lemons, but you’re probably just better off going to the store and buying lemons. On second thought, I probably shouldn’t tell you to go to the store. So don’t leave your house, just suck it up and drink the lemonade. Or water down the lemonade, so it’s not as strong. Or go plant a lemon tree. It’ll probably be able to grow and produce fruit before life gets back to normal. Then you can give out lemons as a welcome-back-to-school gift. But then what would probably happen is the kiddos you give them to would throw it at the trash can and miss, and by the end of the day there would be lemon entrails all over the floor in the commons.)
And I did not plan to have a huge rant. But we’re just going to go with it.
We haven’t even got to the post yet. This is me trying to make up for not being able to talk through all of creative writing class.
focus focus focus
sorry I was talking to myself
ANYWAYS
here’s my post. Enjoy (or don’t. I’m not forcing you to enjoy anything)
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It’s a lot like a bike ride
When you’re riding
Laughing
It’s fast
And free
Then
Too fast
Hit a bumb
Lose control
And fall
Fall some more
Hit the ground
Pain
So much pain
It’s like that
Love is like that
…
It hurt when you started liking her
And stopped loving me
I missed your texts
Things had been moving too fast
That’s probably why I felt
So much pain
When you were gone
It was a lot
Like a bike crash
But not for you
You just kept riding
Keen Teen Bean 