The lemonade spilt
whilst I took a nap.
Let me rephrase that.
My lemonade spilt
whilst I dreamt.
Who was responsible for it?
The loving one,
who made it?
The careful one,
who put it on the table?
Or the one whose clumsy elbow hit the glass?
Or was it me?
I could have had a fresh lemonade
And wouldn't have to clean the mess
If I wouldn't have slept through.
If I wouldn't had
I could have
And if I could have
I wouldn't have
Or maybe if I would have
This piece weren't written.
So I settled for water instead.
Zaynab
19 September 2020
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