Sins on my shoulders, I didn’t commit.
Hypocrisy in my words, I must admit.
I couldn’t hear it, you left in quiet.
Will you come back tomorrow?
I don’t think so.
Love is my grief.
Does she see?
Maybe my rights were wrong after all.
I questioned your love and affection, It wasn’t stable.
Your paths were closed.
So I didn’t force it much more.
I killed my flower.
Couldn’t keep it alive anymore.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC
Sins on my shoulders, I didn’t commit.
Hypocrisy in my words, I must admit.
I couldn’t hear it, you left in quiet.
Will you come back tomorrow?
I don’t think so.
Love is my grief.
Does she see?
Maybe my rights were wrong after all.
I questioned your love and affection, It wasn’t stable.
Your paths were closed.
So I didn’t force it much more.
I killed my flower.
Couldn’t keep it alive anymore.
This poem is a rough translation of a Turkish song called "Belki" by Dedublüman. I changed it up a bit by adding and removing little things.