A. B. Çelik

NIGHTS

caress, tenderness

foolish love

don´t capture my soul

I know about your masks

when the nights getting old

emptiness, loneliness

childish grief

leave me all alone

I hate your wounded heart

when the nights getting old

happiness, sadness

changing return

don`t set my soul for sold

I am not your eternal posses

when the nights getting old

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