What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet.
There’s always a mix of bitterness and sweetness in the dark chocolate we love
Then why do we hate our life when it’s the mix of the best things, sort of.
A mix of a few good days, some bad, some happy and some sad
The worse ones make us learn, while the best ones make us glad.
There’s always a new ray of hope shining through the morning sky
While every twinkling star says “Everything will be perfect and it’ll pass by.”
It’s like a rose, beautiful soft petals over a stem full of thorns
A daydream that’s difficult yet it adorns.
How beauteous it is to know of something better coming tomorrow
Something that might make us cry too or something that will take away all the sorrow.