My true loves
I used to call you my knight in shining armor, for you have rescued my weeping heart in bitter fervor. my hero in the darkest hours of my loneliness, and broke the shackles of my melancholic distress.
Gates to misery ch: 8
This was most likely the work of the bitter cold. "this isn't right... dunsparce told me the way to the palace, but he didn't describe it at all like this." "must be the bitter cold." zorua included.
Thoughts Chelonian: a poem
Poisons all the world as might an asp on whom have carelessly trodden all, so thus from whom the bitter end will fall.
Chapter 21: Kissy Faces
Her expression hardened bitterly and she didn't look at either of them. in the silence that followed, she could see kayya from the corner of her eye. the red vixen was watching her sympathetically. kayya suddenly got to her feet.
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 7
The smell of burning fur was the most bitter thing in the whole world, more bitter than the most poisonous of mushrooms, more bitter than the hatred surrounding them, it was a bitterness that clung to you in sticky layers, bitterness that wouldn't come off
Our Sickness
The cold dead of night we had fought hard and still we pushed on and when the night had faded we looked forward to the new dawn i know i'll never be the same again but here i stand, my heart had been stained with the taste of tragedy, came the bitter
soul
Over my world. the light of day and the warmth of my love frozen in place as the knife drives deep once more. the stab of pain... my heart heavy beating harder as i feel my soul swell. pour forth the bitter tears spout from me. are these mine?
Poem #8: Ruin
With bitter destruction and unforgiving chaos, comes the peoples' rebellion and their mindless thoughts they go to waste on such bitter regret and with such haste they wish to forget.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 38
He kept his eye low to the ground, constantly taking in that scent, that foul, bitter scent of rotting flesh and putrid, puss-filled sores.
The Corporate: Part 1 of 8
How could anyone bear to smile at the bitter chill of the icy winds or the slop of the muddy slush? this disturbed harold greatly. and he would get angry. he hated it. it wasn't fair that everyone but him could be happy.
Just another Dog Chapter 2
After reading the back and mixing it with water, it still doesn't taste great, bitter, and sharp, it tastes like what id imagine liquifying the black asphalt streets would taste like.
Chapter 15: Whisper My Name
_as if they're protecting me from the truth_, wynn thought bitterly. she squeezed her eyes shut and curled her fingers hard into her pillow.