dim
like the early morning light
like the slowly turning night
like the echoes in my mind
like following fate blind

sweet
like the way you kissed my cheek
like the smell of flowers by the creek
like having time to spend
talking to my closest friends

bitter, like feeling ostracized
salty, like tears that I have cried
sour, like a slice of lemon
cruel, like words you never meant

TMK 11.29.2005