hi boy,
how is the reality?
u stopped appearing on my mind lately,
i think u dislike my personality.
u visited last night on my dream,
i knew that it is just like a fantasy film
just clowning myself that you're mine,
and biding our goodbyes
I woke up and drank a wine
walking down the street
and feel the cold breeze
I sipped on my iced coffee
and wonder why I am me.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
I'll whisper these on your dream, tonight.
Şiirproses and poems about someone that I felt home for months...but now I'm homeless. ps. I'm still learning, if you notice some grammatically incorrect you're free to correct me in a nice way, I'm willing to learn. :) status: completed
