Our first step met with that red ladder.
I'm right behind you!
Eyes focused on nimbus,
Up through blue sky.
Fade in my veins,
Left and right lung,
Breath in and out.
We don't have that look and talk.
Our words about chitchat.
I see you,
You get tired of ecstasy,
That girl sleeping over you in that night,
Feverish mind upon you.
Harley-Davidson boat above you,
And that fawn colored trenchcoat,
You have that enigmatically walk through that white door,
I have plenty words to say it,
But my tongue take no offence.
I hardly deny am smitten with you,
And with these pretty hazel eyes.
I got used to swallow my truth,
With telling you my lies.
I am that book dumped,
Without a bookmark on it.
I got used to be eroded.
I got used to talking chitchat.
And I got used to,
That pain I can't get over it.
Something's I got used to,
Left scars on me.
Exactly you,
And my life ain't belong to me.
You, mister handsome!
You left scars on me.
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...
