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
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.
Copyright © Ivan Velasquez | Year Posted 2022
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