Wet Marks Şiiri - Yorumlar

Embracing the despair whenever it’s present, but with hesitation
Wondering what will descend upon my life after each conclusion
Thinking of falling in love hastily with what I was afraid of most
Passing of cruel time somehow pours out pages of bitter thought

Introspection appeared as the sole option to resort to, if I could
Mulling over my decision was impossible; however, surely I would