Every night I cry,
Because of this miserable love.
Every time I cry,
Because of your lies.
Maybe I, maybe you,
Even if I love you,
You told me lies.
I just don't know why?
There is a girl,
Who loves a guy.
There is a pearl,
Which is in a lie.
This is a story,
That's not a beauty.
But there is a duty,
I want to make you my beauty.
- İzmir, Turkey
- JoinedJune 2, 2014
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