Is wish I could hold the blade To my curves and hills And carve away till my body stills In bloodied angles and perfect edges As the knife wedges Between my ribs And I bleed.calpel
The streetlights bloom, a muted gold, Across the pane where shadows creep. A quiet story, left untold, While distant city secrets sleep. A phantom hum the night hours bring, Of voices lost in timeless space. A fragile, solitary thing, This quiet echo of your face.
officially done with my summer classes! i get about a three week break before fall semester starts. hoping to spend it catching up on my current reads. aaaand, i have a concert coming up :)
Kollarımın arasında güller de oldu, papatyalar da… Ama içlerinden en güzeli, en kıymetlisi bu papatyalar oldu.Neden mi?Çünkü bunlar, iki asır gibi geçen bir ayrılığın ardından yeniden kavuşmanın çiçekleri.