When I hear the words... I love you.
It seems so sweet yet the after taste is bitter.
Perhaps, it's cause I've never been told that.
Hearing it sure does sound strange.
Or perhaps I never heard it because the people around me...
Their actions told me they do.
Love was not said but it was shown.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
ŞiirI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
