I will always remember
15th of September
We were in Porta Palatina
Right next to my mom's old house
As we walked by, hand in hand
You told me about your trip in France
But I didn't listen
'Cause all I kept thinking about was
How good you looked under that sunset light.
And suddenly I couldn't help it, but kiss you;
I kissed you
And your lips were soft and sweet
As if they were made of petals
Petals of a lifetime covered with delicacy
And with a touch of beauty and fugacity.
Then you grabbed me by my waist
And pulled me closer to you
We kissed again, and again
And I thought
I fell in love again, and again.
I will always remember
15th of September
We kissed in Porta Palatina
But what if I told you
It was just a dream?
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MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
