it used to be words i whispered into the wind
or spoke into the mirror
just to feel them roll off my tounge
to see if they were true
but now
its every other thought
at times i should not think it
i do
and times i could even say it
i can't
i won't
i know
but as i type i think it again
every
other
thought
is you
and i feel with everything of me
that each time i think it
no matter how often
it is true
i do
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
(BASKET CASE)
Şiir"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac
