Some Pieces #14: Bittersweet
We were young Error and curious Ecstatic and energetic A lamb in Mary's land We were rosy buns who were so alive Versatile but fragile. Flowers in spring Whose life had just been born and were blooming We were not so intact to reality Beaming like the Sun; smiling so blindly Dreaming of faraway lands full of heroic stories To be epic and classic; to be Romanians or Greeks We used to bear the struggle together We used to laugh under the thunder We used to be okay We used to always stay But nothing is static; even us We parted ways, changing colors and shapes We went off a tangent. Was it worth it? Still relevant? Did we make it? With all the others? It was bittersweet—our journey We laughed and cried and dreamt and disappointed only on Earth Was there an exact color? A definite answer? A proper scale? It was mixed altogether Sometimes the stars were shining It was all yellow Sometimes the tides were a storm It was all blue and purple Sometimes it was a blessing in disguise An ange...