The street's quiet,
And so are we...
The winds are heavy,
I hear them echo in me.
How painful it is
To not feel you here.
So I float around aimlessly,
Thinking about everything;
What I did, what I said,
And what could've gone differently.
If there's a light to flicker still,
One small reason for me to calm the storm,
One sign for me to turn back,
I'd burn all my thoughts away
And let them fade to black
As they'd fuel my fire.
YOU ARE READING
Wandering The Dark
PuisiThe collection of the poems I've written thus far. They're mostly English, but there might be some Turkish ones too.
