I heard hellos from strangers, that turned into goodbyes when they had became part of my life.
I had enough with those promises that turned into sugar-coated lies, when I found them walking away and sailing far away from me, like they never uttered the words "I'll stay forever".
It was too self-consuming, knowing that they'll be okay, they'll be perfectly fine— even without me. Yet the pain never ends with that thought
because the most painful part of being left behind was to realized that there was no amount of waiting to make them comeback to me; especially when they had already found their homes.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
ŞiirYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
