a bond of harmony
the less the stronger
means to settle less?
if it's more it holds longer
a weapon easy to use
even for the weak
but in the wrong hands
for them it's a treat
aching to get a drop
heart clenched by fists
but even a little bit
leads to the biggest sins
a drug it is
simply put
still I urge
from deepest roots
keep me away
for at the slightest smell
a devour of lust
when lost it turns hell
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Talking heart
ŞiirTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
