I know I'm the last thing to cross your mind
And it's really fine.
I know you've got a lot to get right.
So I sit or wander to keep my heart light.
But if you think of me someday,
I'm there, sitting in a dark alleyway
Scared to turn back
Or turn my back to you.
So if I cross your mind,
Come and take me back
From where the winds blow all away.
All but me,
And you, lest you choose to stay.
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Wandering The Dark
PoetryThe collection of the poems I've written thus far. They're mostly English, but there might be some Turkish ones too.
