isn't it ironic?
i sit on my couch at 3 AM
hands on the paper
brain working harder to find a good sentence
for you
every words,
every lines,
every poems,
i made it for you
but what did you do?
you tell me a story
about how you met a girl
about how much this girl makes you happy
about how much you love her
isn't it ironic?
knowing that i stayed up late writing about you,
otherwise you stayed up late thinking about her.
9/8/19
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
well, this is me trying to speak my mind
Şiir"How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it's just words." - David Foster Wallace.
