At times when beautiful words are empty,
like sailing in the oceans of your eyes,
or striving in the deserted roads of your lips,
I run to my papers,
At times when reaching you is suicidal,
like thousand soldiers protecting your castle,
battling a homeless man on a white horse,
I have no army nor that I hold swords,
but a pen and a paper,
Reaching you is impossible,
and I love reaching the unreachable,
like teens searching for adventures,
or an offspring trying to talk,
Though I drop my pens,
and surrender my papers,
I am neither a teen nor a child,
I'm tired of chasing myths,
and resolving puzzles;
that lost its pieces.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Burning Papers-love poems
ŞiirThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem
