He asked me, how does it feel to be loved...
Is it rough, is it hard, is it soft ?
Mate, i asked myself the same question back in the days !
So let me help you out...
It feels like kissing the sun
Like flirting with the moon
Like missing a real good friend
But seeing him soon
It feels like that you are safe
You got home
After all these days
You found your place
It feels like drinking, like eating
After all these years of starvation
It feels like a whole new emotion
Feels like your deeply awaited salvation
Feels like clocking out from work, every time you meet
It's like gazing into freedom, beauty is everything you see
It is all this... but even more !
It is the shore you aren't able to reach
Like a ship caught in a storm, far out in the sea
It is the knife you feel in your back
Far away from rescue, far away from help
It is the bitter tasting cigarette in the morning
You have to smoke it to keep you going
It is the scotch burning holes in your heart
It's the tragedy every time your day is about to start
It is the chills you get, the tears you wipe away
Never to reach out for help, forever left astray
In the end there is nothing left to say...
but an old turkish saying that goes like:
"Gülü seven, dikenine de katılır"
Übersetzt heißt dass:
„Wer auch immer die Rose liebt, wird mit ihren Dornen zurecht kommen müssen"
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Poems by Oznek
PoetryHier sind ein paar meiner nicht immer nachvollziehbaren Niederschriften zu finden. You can read it in english, german and turkish Bilin ki İçimdeki derdi 3 dile ramen yinede dökemedim. Und weil ich keine Schönheit in Regeln und Formen sehe, nehme...
