I remember how I felt
Before seein' her.
I sank my boat
And let myself drown in my head.
Just like before...
I asked for change but nothing's changed.
I don't think I have any faith left.
Now I snow in the middle of April,
Watch all the feasts while I prepare a funeral,
I dig a grave for the last bit of hope in me.
A/N: I wrote this around April 15 (maybe after that but I started writing this around Ramadan Feast). That's all. Just a fun fact.
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Wandering The Dark
PoesiaThe collection of the poems I've written thus far. They're mostly English, but there might be some Turkish ones too.
