Love is bold. Love is blind.

I don’t want to break my memories with you.

Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.

I am not bold, just blind.

Mean wordsOnce upon a time, I loved you But I will neverI swear.

Sevişemeyenlerin atarlandığı o tatlı saatlerdeyiz. Bi de sevişip ruhunun açlığından uyku tutmayanlar var ki, bence sevişemeyenler onlara bakıp hallerine şükretmeli. Ve çünkü yalnız olmak, yanında biri varken yalnız hissetmeye yeğdir.

I don’t have problems. I am a writer. I am the problem.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

Okay,” i said. “If i can not find anybody to have sex, i call you.”He smiled. “When you’ll find out you have not anybody to love, you’ll call.

Don’t feed your ego with my soul.

And then you leave the memories behind.When you look at the pictures It seems like it was always fun. But you know thatin that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside. Wounded. Bleeding. Crying...

This love is hard core. Let’s make it soft porn.

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing,I’ve got nothing,And it’s not a good thing.

Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding...

Sex is a thing, love is everything.

I maybe such a pain in the ass,But in a good way.I give you pleasure at the same time!

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.

I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of a average dick.

The best revenge is the time. Time takes it’s revenge all the time.

Bir avuç rüşvetle, dünyadaki her şeyin sevgisini satın alabilir, sonra da seni sevdiğini düşünerek avunabilirdin.

at first sight everyone seems like human.

I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories’ grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.

You know it wrong honey. I am friendly. I am not user-friendly.

In this storyI am the poetYou’re the poetry.

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence…Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and...

I love you” he said. I did not say anything. What could I say? If i said i love you too, i had perpetual punishment for being a liar.

I was always happy when he was around. My heart did not stay still in it’s place even. Nowadays my stomach replaced my heart. I was filling my stomach as long as my heart stayed...

I found the kingdom of far far away, prince charming would not be so far.

I just wanted to be your fool. But you were too fool to understand.

Tell me a story. Be my storyteller.

Love was not enough to fight or I was not worth to fight.