When life gave me lemons I made a sour face
when he turned away I had fallen from grace.
When the bridge I had to cross came with a riddle
I made it so that I distracted it with a fiddle.
When my heart felt like it would burst
I fell down face first.
When I finally reached the top of the mountain
you were there to see that i didn't cry and to make certain.
Comments
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Ah, interesting diversion from your desire motif. I feel like this moving into the world of description of an event and away from the description of the emotion, although, retaining the longing and straining of your desire theme.
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This is beautiful, and I really love the rhyming! Although in the last line I think you meant to say were rather than where.
Keep on writing!
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