Bittersweet

By CYLAH ANGELA ALEGRE

I grieved, I mourned to the sound of your shattering, that night when you cried your heart out. I got broken as much as you did, when every soul you’ve met came crashing yours, I never understood.

Dear, you got plenty, you have much, you are ever enough, let me tell you that, you are just as ethereal as the sound of ocean waves, just as surreal as the hues of sunset, don’t ever let someone tell you otherwise.

We were once little kids, who fell in the tricks of grown-ups, with such a great dismay we’ve outgrown false hopes and happy endings,

ART BY HAZEL AZE SABORDO

it was always a bittersweet truth, you shiver in cold, heard secrets unfold, had to let some people go, sometimes you had to be on your own, now that we’re adults, do we yearn for the genuineness.

Searching around every corner, while bottling up emotions behind laughter, and the melancholy is hidden only when you are sober if that’s being a coward, then we all are, we all have come this far, after all, we all go seek a great perhaps.

ART BY HAZEL AZE SABORDO