Brave New World
But I don’t want comfort.I want poetry.I want danger.I want freedom.I want goodness.And I want sin.
rumtakataka rum rum
Your skateboard sitting in my living room reminding me like every day of you.
Your sweater hanging in my closet and I can’t bring myself to close it.
The sudden drifting thoughts of missing you seems you left me with those too.
I mean,you inspired a good poem or two.
I guess this is all I really gained from you.
Eski urln ne ya hatırlayamadım seni :S
Onu bende hatırlıyamadım.