Every day I cry him…
I'm broken
And I'm coming down
I'm still falling…
My heart still beats for him…
And I'm crying my heart out
In the mirrors I see him
In the broken mirrors my blood flows
I see my face in the small pieces lying on the floor
My ashamed face that desires to be another
I run, I hide
When it finally hits me out of the sky…
Nothing can keep me away from my biggest enemy
Myself…
YOU ARE READING
His ink.
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems, actually my first poems. And I'm not saying that this is my first time writting poetry. I did lots of poems that my teachers asked me as the other students to do but when was my first time writting poems from the heart...
