There's always something, someone that makes us weak, that has a strong control over us. We let ourselves get dominated and then we presume their power was so strong that there was nothing we could do, except for falling on their feet.
August
It was August when you came
Back to this country's lanes
The word was spread so fast
My heart had the biggest blast
I was on my own trying to find
A meaning to this selfless life
The gap you created when left
Was never filled southwest
And now you're looking at me
Just like you stared at the sea
Your eyes are really distracting
Unwilling they are attracting
My feet can't seem to stop
And I find myself on your top
I was not ok when you came by
Maybe trying to figure it all out
But it was that August night
When you stole again my heart.
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40 first days
Puisi40 first days describes seven phases of a life journey written in poetry. The first day- the phase you try to be familiar with the unfamiliar Genesis- the phase you start searching the origin of your life, of your problems Possessed- the phase you a...
