Bittersweet,
bittersweet it is.
A last goodbye,
the last call,
the last hug.
An "I love you" that was never told.
An apology that will never be heard.
Is like if someone had some rotten lemons,
Decided to do a lemonade with them,
And somehow it turned out great.
How come something so good came from such an horrible thing?
I don't know.
It is intriguing, how something can be good and bad at the same time.
How sometimes things just can be bittersweet.
I've found myself drown in the bitter side more often,
With plenty of "What if" flying through my mind,
With such confusing thoughts that won't do more than keeping me awake through a long,
Tiring night.
It is hard to see the sweeter side sometimes...
But others, it's harder to see the bitter side.
And honestly,
I don't really know which one is worst.
