Sometimes it’s not that easy just to let things be the way they are,
To know that you are not around any more,
To wake up every morning to that terrifying noise of silence, to that smell of loneliness and sore.
I don’t know why they call it “love”, if it leaves nothing at the end but only gore?
I hear that silence, somewhere here,
over the edge of broken pieces of a heart of mine,
I see you everywhere. All the time.
And even though I lost all of my sense,
I still realise that it just takes me a lifetime to get used to your absence…
I hear silence...
© Copyright: Фидан Шахсаб, 2013
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