The Lost Stone Şiiri - Erva Özbaba

Believe me;
-i can't stand-
In a lonely room or in my head
I watch the spiders cover with webs.
So where's my other half?
I'm divided by three or five.
I thought i had recovered in all these years.
But my other half is lost,
-half soulless-
Do you think idc?
If you come running to me.
If I serve the love on a flower tray, will you go back again?
Even if you never come,
you're always here.
Even if you never go,
all the time believe me.