Bottom Of The Bridge ( Compilation of Proses )

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Oh, Amsterdam. Beautiful yet painful to see. Those memories were stuck in front of your dazzling tulips and overwhelming structures. It maybe pretty but those view will never be the same. She left me with just a pain. I can't escape her gaze.

Her touch was a poison, but its mist was like a smell of a flower that just blooms within. Her mesmerizing beauty seems like a halucination, yet it makes me feel safer than I could ever be. She was the reason why I'm still here, fighting for my life.

But one night in Amsterdam changed everything. She broke my heart, she cut our love, torn our relationship apart. Those happy face I used to wear whenever I saw those overflowing beauty, suddenly became a painful smile with a tears passing by.

I couldn't be the same again; the day you left me was painful, it carved my scars again.

Amsterdam
- pinken