We are nothing but shadows Fading away Trying to hold on to This bittersweet life That we call our own...
It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more.
We were both smiling, in that bittersweet way one does when imagining something the heart longs for and the head would dread.
Would 'sorry' have made any difference? Does it ever? It's just a word. One word against a thousand actions.
Victory is always bittersweet.
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be
I miss the thrill of your self-destructive heart that melts in the sun like chocolate, bittersweet and incandescent.
Life at best is bittersweet.
He can smell his cologne, his shampoo, and something else -- he can smell the boy's own scent, something bittersweet.
I want each day to last forever . . . It's a peculiar kind of dissatisfaction, a bittersweet nostalgia for a moment not yet past. Even in the midst of a pleasurable outing I'm aware of how ephemeral it is.