Recover
Now after I recovered from this,
which took place in grimy abysses,
I had the feeling I can execute my wishes,
without needing to feel kisses.
So when realizing was once welcoming in front of the door,
giving luck was giving me more,
Since I always was made for,
giving people core,
because that is what made me sure.
I know life is made of coincidences,
and that is were the one hold the door tight, different references.
I made a lot of mistakes I can tell,
but I would never again yell.
When I do, I know I am controlling,
because the mistakes I make are trolling,
and indeed falling
deep in your heart.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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