The Sepet Poet

A case of an honest mistake But there’s too much at stake To be confused with a fly When many had to die Are we turning a blind eye? Are we…

You sat alone, searching for something to hold on for someone to whisper  “Carry on”.

You were so quick  to defend who you pretended to be. Every flaw you picked every hope you slew pure signs of insecurity.

Just how awful it feels knowing you have given your all realising you’re alone in every fall pretending not to be hurt at all just putting…

You once told me  we were meant to be together  that you would be there for me  and our bond would last forever.