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Memories of The Fall

Passions, struggles and loves They all appeared within my road Filling up my early life With the biggest ones of the fights. How can I forget, That beautiful Portuguese brunette in my classroom She used to sit behind me She was such a precious, stunning being. I was most of the time frustrated When thinking about Love And I was so motivated When thinking about war. I was never really evil I was never a savage beast I was just that lonely wise kid Who only needed a kiss. Never had much friends I was more likely to be ignored But eventually I turned to be The most intelligent and outgoing of all. Mommy was almost always sad Daddy was never really there Brother was drinking and partying Without realizing he was committing A mistake. I always made a difference Staying away from alcohol, cigs and drugs I committed myself to the Notion of Honor Since the time I learned to walk. I had up and downs Like any other youth out there I committed a lot of mistakes But never had a single regret. I turned out to be a poet At 16 years of age When this gorgeous Italian girl Placed her eyes upon my sight. I was so anxious, I was so sad I was thinking about how speaking to her. When she ignored me in that night of April Every moment was intense, every moment was so fast. I was thinking about marrying I was believing in True Love But she wasn’t as I thought she was And then I recovered my older soul. Then this Brunette fell in love with me It just happened when I never expected So instead of loving each other We were just hurting each other. At the final days of 2017, came this beautiful night of my Prom Everyone looked so good, Everyone had so much fun I managed to give an innocent-simple kiss To the girl that I once believed in True Love. I wonder how it will turn out to be Every single one of my deepest dreams I know that in the future I will fight I know that in the Future I will smile. Ohh my teenage years, so happy, so sad So much fantasies, so much dreaming They will eventually become reality As long as I stand up and keep fighting. Times past, our vision rolls, Friendships are gone New perspectives are born, nostalgia hits our souls Our past is the witness of every single one of us And Love is the most valuable memory of all. 24/12/2017.

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