The smell of a foreign perfume,
Lingers in the air
The soft skin and blonde hair
Of a woman I thought 'us' has some meaning.
Her words of farewell still hanging in my head,
Like that last song we listen before we go to bed,
Each sentence ends with a goodbye,
How come our time fly so fast in the sky.
The moon above our sky no longer that shiny,
But I could still remember the sparks in your eyes, honey,
Even your expression every time I say 'I love You ',
And your sweet scent that I miss in you.
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Her Broken Letters
ŞiirThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
