The mist clings heavy to the fijord tonight,
Two shadows moving in the pale moonlight,
I check my axe, you sharpen your blade,
Side by side we are never afraid
I look at you and I see me,
If you bleed, I bleed. If you stand, I stand.
can I waste all your time here on the sidewalk?
can I stand in your light just for a while?
I've waited around to wait in a room
having a hard time watching you
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Juliet
My sour boy is in pain
I wanna shoot him in the brain
But I'd miss him in the morning
It really hurts
When I need to so bad, but I can't see her
My Juliet, my special girl
But I need to understand
When I can power through
And when I need some help from you
When I should stand my ground
And when I need to just sit down
I wanna make
A colour that no one else has seen before
I wanna be so much more
I hope that she
Looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty”
Something I can't believe
It’s not easy to raise an Arslan.Edebiyat
If you want to stand with the best, you have to train like them first. The best don’t just wish for it, they work for it.
Aprily…Hayat ve İnsan
A new month…
May it bring beautiful beginnings for all of us.
We never truly accepted that nothing lasts forever.
If it did, the world would have remained with prophets or kings.
Those who stand by you when you make a mistake,
who truly understand you…
They are the lucky ones to walk with.
Because the path is meant to be walked with someone who gives you trust,
not with someone who breaks their word.
There are people who listen without blaming you…
They are so gentle…
And if they try to find a solution with you,
they leave a quiet mark in the deepest part of your heart.
And in truth…
those who are not alone are very lucky.
If there is someone who stays by your side in your hardest times,
who eases your heart with just a word,
who gently strokes your head in silence…
life becomes a little more bearable despite all its weight.
Sometimes, this is all a person wants;
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert.. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley