To Free Myself to the SeasA Poem by bdToday I have drunk you sip by sip A glass made from memories Just like a song never but never getting old I sang you but you only Turning around like a gramophone record disk, drunk Having that willingness to free myself to the seas And to make your shadow on the sands I smell hope in the air Now my soul is runaway Just want to sun-dry my heart Today I have wandered around you step by step A hill made from memories Just like a picture inside me never getting old I miss you so much sweetie Having that willingness to free myself to the seas And to make your shadow on the sands I smell hope in the air Now my soul is runaway
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Added on November 7, 2015 Last Updated on November 7, 2015 Author
bdIstanbul, Europe, TurkeyAboutThe past is a gaping hole, your only chance is to turn around and face it. But is like kissing the lips of your dead love, darkness waiting in the hole of her mouth. We are willing to suffer, to die f.. more..Writing
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