Bittersweet
Bites her lip and closes her eyes
holds in poison and gasps for lack of words
The sunflowers on the window sill
have wilted from the density of emotions
contained in one room
one room where she finds her peace
one room where she finds her demons
one room where she lies awake
one room where she goes to rest
one room where she found herself
and one room where she lost it all
she looks into the mirror and says,
"it's a bittersweet life," and sighs
as she's choked with irony
only one person has ever made
these brown eyes turn blue
it's you.
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