Birthdays are sweet.
Sweet like the birthday cake;
Sweet like the excitement for the upcoming event;
Sweet like the wishes for a fantasy world;
Sweet like the new opportunities you open;
Sweet like the sight of seeing pictures of your old self and being proud of your growth.
Birthdays are bitter.
Bitter like the slightly hardened, days old cake;
Bitter like the lost of the childhood wonder;
Bitter like the feeling of never seeing your wishes come true;
Bitter like the loss of orientation in your goals;
Bitter like the sight of seeing pictures of your old self and wishing it was like then.
Birthdays are bittersweet.
You eat the cake, even if it's slightly hardened;
You aren't as excited, but your inner child is still celebrating;
You still make wishes, because there's still a part of you that believes in them;
You feel like everything is possible, and that overwhelms you with hope and terror;
You take a selfie of you smiling, knowing you'll feel like you both failed and succeeded when you look back at it.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 6:27 PM UTC
Birthdays are sweet.
Sweet like the birthday cake;
Sweet like the excitement for the upcoming event;
Sweet like the wishes for a fantasy world;
Sweet like the new opportunities you open;
Sweet like the sight of seeing pictures of your old self and being proud of your growth.
Birthdays are bitter.
Bitter like the slightly hardened, days old cake;
Bitter like the lost of the childhood wonder;
Bitter like the feeling of never seeing your wishes come true;
Bitter like the loss of orientation in your goals;
Bitter like the sight of seeing pictures of your old self and wishing it was like then.
Birthdays are bittersweet.
You eat the cake, even if it's slightly hardened;
You aren't as excited, but your inner child is still celebrating;
You still make wishes, because there's still a part of you that believes in them;
You feel like everything is possible, and that overwhelms you with hope and terror;
You take a selfie of you smiling, knowing you'll feel like you both failed and succeeded when you look back at it.
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