The Bitter End

Frail dreams and arms raised to the sky.

To plea but never to be thankful.

To wish but never to receive.

A heart is a sea, when waves mean hope

and me a thief who never knew how to swim.

Jasmine scent and lemon trees.
Pitter patter goes the rain.
Pitter patter in my dreams.
Faded, rusted and decayed.
To dissolve and to abolish.

It is time now for a toast, so lift the glasses high.
So lift the spirits high, to sip the reddest wine.
It is time now to be merry, there is no gain anyway.
It is only a one way road, a sole thing to expect.
To embrace death, to the bitter end!

 

 

 

Reviews

[Miss Coral]

This is a really simply put piece, but I love the imagery and the voice... really gorgeous emotions throughout all of this. Very nicely done. :)

-Coral-

[My Fair Lady]

Embracing life in all it's glory is this beautiful piece. Love it

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Christina,

This kinda reaches up, grabs you by the short and curlies. Excellent read and leaves me with a bit of food for thought. Excellent work my more Favorite Greek friend.

Regards,

Matthew