Silent is covering my nonsense of words.
My words to explain the feelings,
seem like nonsense,
because that's how the feelings are.
Feelings and pain are what make us human.
Clear words in my fingertips,
fuzzy leaves on my mind,
the smoke doesn't know where to go,
as the breath between us.
Tension that hurts,
losing control,
that never existed.
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YOU ARE READING
𝗔𝘄𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀
Poetryhi That's a poetry book, with my own poems. It's my second, the first one was Gumusservi, check it out if you're bored or something :) I'd appreciate if you'd read the first few chapters of this one Thank you for reading, have a nice day (Alsooo I'm...
