bitter sweet
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Silent alleyways, bright window shops
Warm riveting smells in these compressed
bricks are as familiar as a common cold
These streets hold an evening story so predictable, simple
I could never get rid of you
The way you smiled
How you laughed,
the short chuckle that would follow after
Your comforting stare
Beautiful.
All smiles and happiness.
But then you start peeling away the layers.
Getting straight to the bitterness.
Sweet then bitter.
All gold but the inside is certainly not glitter.
