Sarrow and sadness taste like lemons,
So when i cry myself to sleep every night my tears are lemon,
I cry and cry,
Cant stop thinking of my grandpa,
I prayed and prayed,
But god still took his soul,
The sadness grows,
I never knew him,
seperated by space,
Never to know him makes me cry,
To hear his song on my ipod,
The lemon tears of sarrow roll in faster and faster,
Samantha Guinen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lemon-tears/
