Bitter Sweet
Bitter sweet is our love,
Stained upon our minds,
Our lips
Our sour grapes,
We cannot contain
Our shattered hearts
Cut the hands
We once held
In desperate longing
We stomped on our feelings,
Releasing the anguish
Ripe within us
We have tasted despair,
Spit out our anger
No more will we drink
Of this vine
Andrea Vermaak
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