Faruk BURAK

Cure Faruk BURAK

Your eyes told to meWhen you are goneAfter those fancy words.. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.. Pressed to my head to my head, Your ran from the factsWhen you go downhillYou thought it would be better, Fire of love pressed onto your skinTemperature of my skinFlowed from your napeMy kisses poured to groundFrom your lips, As long as you continue to walkMy eyes stuck to your thoughts, Now how you will take a breath?Goodbye.'Faruk BU