Lying on the grass
Not seeing the green color
Crying to my past
Fading to yellow behind me
Hoping badly you to see me
Hoping readily to see you
As I remember my betrayed swears
Harder new smiley masks my face wears
When the crying face under the mask appears
I realized that noone can dry my tears
Saying old sentence
As old as my broken heart
Hearing the short word
As short as your blinded sight
But whatever again
Hoping badly you to see me
Hoping readily to see you
As I remember my betrayed swears
Harder new smiley masks my face wears
When the crying face under the mask appears
I realized that noone can dry my tears
(27 HAZİRAN 2007 20:35 Ankara)
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