It hurts for a cut
because we know how it felt seeing the blood.

this yet more than that,
seeing a little soul, its tears, it sneeze, its shivery, its cries, its hard
for the love in a cup
of people by heart.

*Please get well soon, buddy

You're the cup of my tea,
You're the bitter of my twenty.







**Adios, Amigo.

hooking up with melody and its content,
getting lost in my own imagination.

Song*  *it is.

"It's not about literal. It's about how technical you can relate with things that's happening in here. Searching for a meaning over places you've been, or will be. Take all the time you want, for not everyone is there for you when needed the most.
Regardlessly, it's your life to make sense with, not theirs." -S

Aşk Diye
It's a Turkish song
it's beautifully written
with such appealing letters
that slowly beat, drib drab
this shady shape heart
which echoed thru'
all these rearin'
veins.