Feeling like in my sixteens,
They aren't one and only,
Mean to me desperate.
Top of that ferris wheel,
Chained from gender.
That night from overdose of you,
In my blood, epicine...
Reticent foggy day,
Where is it now?
Freedom?
Shape of pray.
Where is it now?
Church full of sins,
Full of hiding lies.
Narcissist,
He think so bothering me,
Feeling epicine in that night.
Aha, feeling overdose of you,
In my blood, eclipse...
Under the dome,
Where is it now?
Old pretty lies,
Where is it,
Mouth full of swear?
Under you,
Feeling overdose from you,
In my blood, epicine...
Feeling elderly to live for,
What I truly am.
Under every pressure.
I am sure,
Aren't you bothering me,
I just felt so epicine,
When I got used to,
Overdose in my blood,
Wasn't feel so good?
Feeling epicine,
Feeling truly who you are.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
SENİN İÇİN / FOR YOU
PoetryEvet, hepsi o gün başladı.Zamanın durduğu yerde, işte benim başlangıcım hüküm sürdü.Onu tanıdığım ilk andan beridir benim... İmkansıza inanırsanız eğer; şiirlerimi bu yüzden yazıyorum, içimdeki acıyı söndürmek için. Kendisi her ne kadar aşkı bil...
