Bittersweet

A crappy coffee is what satisfies the tongue without effect,

For all we know the blossom fades no matter how exuberant.

What is there in the treasure box promising gold?

Isn’t there merely white lies and desperate dreams?

“I have to look at myself in the mirror to draw myself,

And every time, I see someone else.”

The venue is but an empty shell,

For too much other forms a variety.

“Kiss gently, laugh insanely and love truly,”

For a rare wine is dull without risks.

We’ll all return to ashes,

And eternity is not is the width we desire.

In lust we trust, for no casuals are casuals.

Like a final bet we take our luck,

Another foolishness indulged.

Naivety speaks of no regret on everything that makes you smile.

We put it out there for ecstasy,

The wild will either kill or make it tougher, but will it?

Comfort zone and consistency can be boring,

But for living we risk it to death.

Come play with love and sorrow,

For love and hate are but the same at different times.

Always cut it clean,

For the after taste of bittersweet will poison.

Picture Ref.: by nile-can-too , refer to <http://nile-can-too.deviantart.com/art/One-for-sorrow-two-for-joy-305157348>

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