We had an argument with God,
I asked Him what else He's got
To throw at me.
I told Him that I could take no more
Still He treats me with storms.
Maybe I'm angry,
Or maybe I'm just sad.
Anger is nothing but a mask
To rid myself from the blues.
I watched my sun die
While everyone was asleep.
I hate that I have to give up,
And you don't stop me anyway.
Girl, do you want me to go?
When all I wanted was being your home,
I'm left in a black hole.
YOU ARE READING
Wandering The Dark
PoesieThe collection of the poems I've written thus far. They're mostly English, but there might be some Turkish ones too.
