It turns out that I was shot, I understood when I saw you
Your face was glass green, your eyes were all wet
Darling, I've never dated another girl but you
I don't know where the lights are hiding
Your lips are getting shadowy
I'm more and more alone, I think I'm dying.
Release me from your dreams, darling, and make me happy again.
My heart is an acrobat and you are only you.
Latif wind, My love and your gentle house of heart, and know that I was faithful to you and your love.
Word is dead-end, My dear, because you are my heart voice and alphabet and now I touch the page in the inviolability of my soul, and on my paper white face and clean self, you bounce like a dot like a note and you hit my face like a slap.
I am fire and you are fire and sun born from a single spark.
It is my pen and my wealth and my love that descends from the ground and my temple and my mourning.
Can you hear the hum, tell me? I know I don't care, but I hope that one day you will come and love me.
Oh, who died from lies, my love, but this love I feel for you is not the lie and the lie you pretended to love, I remember like it was yesterday.
When I say comrade with my mourning, I traced it and sent my past into exile.
My bayonet heart and my mad wind and my bleeding pen and my slogan and my Pole Star.
You were not on my route.
My color was not this pink before.
When my tongue and palate were dry, I used to drink water, now I am close to you and your poems and my sadness, my inner voice that I made love to and stomped with your shadow.
In fact, you were a song that never existed, and every time I had a conversation with the deaf king that only my ears could hear, they would pat me on the back and I would get approval from your lips because you were my love, you were my slogan and you caused me to be a poet.
It is obvious that I was defeated and I was victimized, but I never swore to you, I only knew this love and you were the guide of my heart and the ant when I was living when I was loving and writing, but don't think that like everyone else, you touched the eternity in my heart after all, and I made an annotation with you when the pen became my limb. to life and night.
My nightmares are over, darling.
And my bleeding heart reached its head to the sky.
The woman who triggered my heart, which I thought was untouchable, I died not out of the supply of love, but with my painful demand, and after you I imitated you many times and I cursed my soul that I killed because it was the very essence of remaining innocent. I called you from afar and kept in my prayers.
My dreams!
This great love that I fell into.
It wasn't at the frequency of my thoughts, my heart didn't suffer neither the sight of you nor the pain of the city, but inside I was bleeding and bleeding, while my thoughts were bleeding, I lost my mind and fell on the road with your love and like a Gypsy girl dancing in my crazy soul, your skirts caught fire, actually I only blocked this love that was worthless, but know I've always loved you, even when I didn't have a single request and one day I opened my eyes.
However, how I opened up to love, and I didn't just die and resurrect in the wake of the dilemma I fell into because I killed my past and covered the sky with its blue skin, the wounded clouds...
I wish this love was worth forgetting, my lover, and I took away the pain of the years I slept with my love increasing day by day.
Or did you never exist?
Well, while I was watching from afar, I realized what triggered my heart, maybe the poet was right from the first day:
A heavy plane tree is falling inside me.
I was poor, my happiness was to live with you.
A dark train then suddenly took off.
