You kind of remind me of my husband.
Your features,
Your odour,
Your walk,
Your everything that I have not,
Reminds me the ghost of my husband.
Years passed over happiness,
Passed that day you betray me.
You should come to visit me.
Look what happened?
When the flowers bloom,
Lightning strikes,
Rain drops over my grave.
Years passed over my bones.
And that picture of me,
You left in front of my grave.
It has to grow old.
It has to stay without black hair,
It has to stay without eyes,
And without mouth, speechless.
Now every drops of rain I take,
Turn into a place which is I can say my home.
And do you know that?
It kind of remind me of my husband.
Got used to your tears,
Falling through over my grave.
But my spirit will above the heavens.
Please don't knock my door in grave.
It has to end.
Like us,
Human beings.
It have to end in my infinite dreams.
And do you know that?
You kind of remind me of my husband,
Which is I have never had.
Just in my dream.
Because of I am poor,
Because of I am broken,
Because of I am wrong,
My dreams won't come true.
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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...
