Bittersweet is the beat in my feet pattering in my fleet down this wretched street
Bittersweet is the Rose, beauty on the top, spikes on the stem. Pleasing to the nose but more costly then the queen's gem
Bittersweet is death when a loved one breathes the last breath
Bittersweet is letting go of the things you love most
Bittersweet is love so deep that you can't sleep
Bittersweet is the taste in my mouth, as my feelings head south.
No comments:
Post a Comment