I cried tonight,
Sat at that park,
Found the seats that we sat.
How happy I was...
The bliss of our day there is now past.
Looking back, I realized
I was a fool to believe
That it could be real.
I got mad tonight.
Cursed at my life,
Then cursed at you.
I hated myself for that
And cried a second time.
I had to pick up my head
And leave my heart behind.
Because now I know for sure
That love is hard.
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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.
