Ivy blankets the driveway in the cold of this October night;
The darkness is an echo of a former light.
I make my way to the abandoned manor;
The Louvre at night; oh, the horror.
Is it breaking and entering if the door is ajar?
I ask myself before I go one step too far.
But here I am, screaming at the top of my lungs,
It's about time I fucking had some fun.
You'll hear me in the winds of tomorrow;
I will be the score to your sorrow.
I feel like a piano in an empty room;
A beautiful structure with nothing to do.
What's the point in playing my music;
If nobody's going to be around to here it?
Just a piano in an empty room;
An elegant creation with nothing to do.
You could be my muse; you could be serenaded;
That is, if you happened to be in existence.
But, you're not, so I am alone;
My keys of ivory, oh so lonely.
I could imagine this ballroom drowning in diamonds and black tie;
As I play my piano; the score to a romance story.
I could imagine this hall drowning in tears and grief;
As I play my piano; death is life if you so believe.
Take my word for it;
In the pitch black we are perfect.
Take my word for it;
In the pitch black we are perfect.
I promise;
I promise.
I feel like a piano in an empty room;
A beautiful structure with nothing to do.
What's the point in playing my music;
If nobody's going to be around to here it?
Just a piano in an empty room;
An elegant creation with nothing to do.
You could be my muse; you could be serenaded;
That is, if you happened to be in existence.
But, you're not, so I am alone;
My keys of ivory, oh so lonely.
A mime without an imaginary box;
A map, without it, you are lost.
A guitar without strings;
A ghost without white sheets.
A man with no purpose is oh so dangerous;
What's stopping him from calling it quits?
I feel like a piano in an empty room;
A beautiful structure with nothing to do.
What's the point in playing my music;
If nobody's going to be around to here it?
Just a piano in an empty room;
An elegant creation with nothing to do.
You could be my muse; you could be serenaded;
That is, if you happened to be in existence.
But, you're not, so I am alone;
My keys of ivory, oh so lonely.
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LOYAL
Şiir'Loyal' is a collection of poems that explore a wide range of emotions. Written in the midst of a deep and hollow spell of isolation and quarantine, I needed to create something; anything that would be a bright light for me. So, I started writing th...
