Orange Lemon

I give cold chills

Frozen lips stay in a place quivering

For freedom

.

Iceberg months I do hate

My God, I should have plenty to say

Instead I’m silent hiding my worried face

Scared tonight may be my end

And I’ll cry shrugging my shoulders lacking any defense

.

Send me a dream so I’ll wake up

Disrupt my comfort change my cup

I can do better and I need to

Stuck on the color cruise control blue.

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