There was a boy I once knew
He was no older than eighteen
He applied to be a
soldier
But I warned him
against it.
He didn't listen
And see where that ended him.
He was happy that he got accepted
But I could never feel it.
Soon he went to war
And sent back letters
The more I read the less
enthusiastic he would
seem.
Until I rescieved no more.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Truth may hurt. But then again Truth is not always bad.
ŞiirHere are some poems I wrote. Some serious. some just for fun. Some on truth. I hope you give this a shot. I miss my country I haven't been their in ages Forgot what it was like I should have listened cause then I wouldn't be here In this priso...
