Monday, August 22, 2011

Bitter

Bitter beginnings meet bitter ends
I call you my lover; I called you my friend
Bitter touches and bitter looks
Proclaiming love no matter what it took
Bitter taste inside my mouth
I'm a bird locked up, I can't fly south
Bitter this, that, and the other
I called you my sister, and I your brother.


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