To those who didn’t earn to stay

For You,

Who made life’s agenda to hurt me,

i created the world to exist on your own .

The place ,

where i don’t feel,

or carefully counting words of politeness.

To You,

Cruel and coward ones ,

who touched and crossed over carefully cherished place,

I builded  a Country

where no vacancy is left

to accommodate kindness ,

or forgiveness.

It isn’t made of my heart beats,

and it’s not meant to scream justice,

or to uselessly revel any truth,

or admiring how timelessly was holding on sadness.

For You,

who stood in madness upon arriving ,

protesting to your emptiness .

You stay there ,

play with your playmates your angry games,

and hold on to the thrills of hurt,

that use to pull my heart out.

My boat is departing to the colors of bright shores.

You didn’t earn to stay in my world.

What life gives

I stopped listening to the pretty voice 

of his silent emotions ,

from where his broken heart wanting to enter 

another side of its loving,but always sad eyes.

The pleasure and the pain ,

so boundless ,

but never clear enough

to assure you

that long forgotten is near

and that you’ll never wholly know it.

You gave your heart 

as it was a tear wiped away .

Your ears heard mixture endings

of the lonesome dreams .

I stopped marching trough them,

and wave colorful clouds over it.

The depth of the ocean

wishes to rob untouchable stones 

of the misery ,

wearing your burden in it so well. 

I stopped imagining love

that vanished in a talented artist muse.

What ones heart can endure 

I already have.

What life gives willingly

I’ll only take.