My emotions you killed will flourish in your heart

Even my breath stays on my course.

Now I want you to think of the person who judges you the most.

Did you think?

Now for a week with that person

Imagine you're staying in the same room.

This person tells you that he is constantly insufficient, incompetent, failed.

He's even mixed with your style.

Probably at the end of a week, your self -confidence decreases your life energy.

You feel bad, these judicial sentences are telling you someone else

There is no difference between your self -telling before you judge yourself

Please think about a minute.

The eyelids are tired now.

Dreams do not stop by deep sleep.

I'm holding a watch of his departure; With the eyes that are covered with sleeplessness. If I try to count, every day a new you stain wandered in my heart.

I know!

I have to shut up at that time. I do whatever is in the name of not fling the pus of my heart. I press salt with the sentences written on the way to go as I silence in the name of not to feel my pain. The sound of my scream is deaf, my voice does not reach you.

I know this very well too!

How can I tell a man who does not hear or understand when I am with me. At the clock hanging on the wall of my heart while playing the trouble of his absence.

Tik tok dances with the sounds of "sadness in my soul". Now I live with my memories compressed between the four walls.

Look, did you see?

My basil smelling on the balcony dried up. He felt his departure. No matter how much water you give, no matter how sunlight they see, they feed on love and interest, just like humans. My breath is no longer enough to flourish a basil. Just like you can't flourish me again. I roots in a grieving life water. I was rooted in your heart. All my colors faded with your departure.

You loved tea, too, coffee. I used to chat with you with the words that come out of your heart with you to have two chats on the balcony just because you love it. You would make this sullen -faced woman laugh the most. You would see my smiling face.

Occasionally, during the conversation, we would come to the eye during the conversation, all the words of love in my heart. My snowdrops would open in the most unrelated places. You wouldn't even realize this value and uniqueness. I am a cold woman. It warmed up with your touch, and my places with ice. My coldest feelings would be solved with your smile. It was a song that was a cure for my sadness in the tongue of my heart.

You went!

And all the sounds around the network.

I loved reading books the most and whatever was in the name of poetry. You never liked it. Just because you've been thirsty because I love it.

I used to collect the letters from the soul, and most of us would be poured into white pages. I would be the lines that dripped whiteness. I would write my white tale and dancing with your voice.

Listen to me now.

You know it doesn't suit my language. Contrary to my conscience. I know that the person I curse is my heart again. Your life will burn as you burn, dear.

I know!

I hung my wounds on the narrow tree of your heart. Hear my scream when you kill you. Read my bloody sentences I wrote on the rope.

But I forgive you.

My feelings of killing you will flourish in your heart.

Let me be the interpreter of your heart.

In my tongue, you write what I am silent in your own book.

A little bit of the stone in the book of sadness in the lines of the anguish.

Look, I say goodbye to you with so many pain you see.

Because I hung my grief in his eyelashes.

You were prisoners to me without me.

I died of you without you.