When do we meet
At the strike of midnight
When the moon's at it's crescent,
Or when the twilight soaks the light?
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Where do we meet
Lying on soft humid grass
Following the planes as they fly
Or waving to them as they pass?
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When do we meet,
Lost in a crowd of silence
Paddling among the swans,
Or somewhere timeless with
No difference?
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Where do we meet,
In the brightest lit alley in the city
Or in a hidden corner of a bookstore,
Where reality is a rarity
Where our feet defy gravity
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How do we meet?
That's the question I dread
Miles apart with a growing fear
I'm afraid you'll part instead
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Don't lose heart, I will find you,
You tell me,
Your eyes brimming with feelings
Carefully brushed hair and sincerity
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But patience is no virtue of mine
It is a vice and voice of the inside,
Since I will not venture past the line
I guess I'll repent in another lifetime.
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ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
❁𝗥ê𝘃𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗲❁
ŞiirThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
