you make me feel like I'm six years old again running scared and crying behind chairs you make me feel like I'm not enough but I am because you don't define who I am yes, you make me sad and yes, you are the favorite but I am no longer six years old You are not my maker And you are not my breaker.
my sister is just built diff sometimes but it's chill
Was I ever really his favorite? From the words, he spilled, I would have been inclined to believe it, but his actions say otherwise.
Was I ever anyone's favorite? I've been chronically revered but overlooked at the same time. They spoke so highly of me, for someone so apt to abandon at a moment's notice.
I couldn't imagine him willing to take the time to get to know me, and yet I expended my energy to know him; it's funny, to think I vowed my love to someone so distant.
I have never been the favorite, I have always been the connecting piece from one person to another, leading them to each other like a sheep dog with its flock; I have always been alone, One way or another.
Didn't realize this was a deep-rooted pain I had until recently that really centers on a childhood wound. Here we are trying to get it out of my head and onto paper.
Tell me your favorite song, I will probably listen to it many times, even if I don't like it. Just mention one by one, I will make them my favorite playlist. I've been listening to everything since the first time I met you. Look, here, where I will play it all as a lullaby, or a string of words that is now a magic and grows in my head. I will make it a favorite song. Just count it, I'll start it. One. Two. Three. I already like it.
And now your favorite song is mine.
Indonesia, 16th July 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
The waves of the dam near Ogosta Stadium are raging, and the opponent of the Glory is insecure and afraid.
Powerful choruses the hosts sing because the moment is coming for a convincing win.
This is FC Montana. Club with heart and a century of history, with ups and downs flooded always striving for the top and a better change.
With a school springboard for talent, the only one that is free. Coaches who believe in children and in their future glorious successes. The traditional colors are blue, white and red - gathering people in a sacred union.
Blue hearts tremble in a fast rhythm, expecting the match to conquer. Small and big fans with songs they strive, the loyalty for their team to sustain and give the necessary support.
Every day they long for the strong emotions, they share for the future.
This is a poem for my favorite football club and is translated to English language.