#ihanet
“Canım, benim hayatım…
I never fall in aşkım.
My inked truths are a whispered echo,
pure ihanet.”
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
Paralysed moonlight pools in poppy seeds;
beni—söyleyemem—yet I sense and feel.
Why does this dream turn into body-betrayal,
this ruhsal ihanet in the still-sleeping hour?
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC