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⌈ THIEF ⌋
would i be a thief,
if i've robbed my own eyes of its
faculty to see.
would i be a thief,
if i've robbed my own ears of its
secular sounds.
would i be a thief,
if i've robbed my own tongue of its
bland words.
would i be a thief,
if i've robbed my own self of this
shrewd, earthly touch.
would i be a thief,
if i've robbed my own heart of its
meager feelings.
if that's the case,
call me a thief,
'cause there's been a robbery.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
TEARS OF THE HEART
ŞiirJust like the eyes, the heart cries too; For every unshed tear, it let's itself bleed. With its pleas ignored, a part of it slowly withers and dies. So I will peel off its defensive disguise; let it unravel. Although I am afraid for what you'll see...
