not all scars show
not all wounds heal
you never will know
what someone feels
They may be feeling
great. Or bad
or maybe even
joyful. Or sad
for feelings, they don't shower
upon every day
and tears they're words
the heart cannot say
you don't know
these feelings if
your eyes are closed
your heart cold and stiff
If you do not
these fears, you won't face them?
they'll become the limits
that end your days
Not all scars show
not all wounds heal
it's up to you whetheryou earn. Or steal.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
She Loved Withering Sunflowers
ŞiirA collection of poems that alternate genres and moods. a book to the universe, so that it may know her.
