its a crack that waiting to get plastered again
Its a moon waiting to shine
Its a sun waiting to rise..
What if it breaks more ...
Shines less
Darkness prevails?
But
Would it join again?
Shine bright
Rise again?
Or would my love...just fly away
Fly away from me
The voices deep unclear maze
The teary shadowy gaze
We look through our screen to those changed face
Searching for the betray
We find none
We find us in this hot boiling blaze
But where is it never comes to hold
Never comes back to our ways
Mistakes keep on happening
Distancing takes its place
I find new old stories
To help my heart find a way
He keeps on tearing
From top to bottom
Tearing roaring away from me
Yes he built a house..
On a different shore
A different climate.
A newly made lore
But i stayed back on my own home
Seeing our pictures laying on the floor
I made mistakes.
I kept him away.
Now i see his new built home from the windows
Wanting to pay a visit on sundays
With tea cups and hand written cards
With lifeless dolls and unpicked calls
We stay
We stay
We stay
We live we smile
We build our own lies
We fight and lay down again
It never lets us end
That one love that stayed all its way
Those memories ,they never fade
A brick of hope
A stick of truth
A hay of love
One by one we put it again
Breaking it only to regain
One by one , we put it again.
One by one we put it again
Stack by stack only to break
Only to give only to take?
Far from his house ..
A long sea away
I stay
He stays
We talk it away
Sharing our love
Building a home
To rebuild our way
Just a crack away...just one crack away.
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Burning water
Şiira set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal dra...
