With the lips all dry and my hands all dry i write and write and write whole day i dont know why sometimes it is hard to leave the house sometimes it is hard to get dressed sometimes it is hard not to bleed and rest the time passes me by hugs to all loved ones thoughts set aside dreams are yet to be realised a proud mom you are how fun it is to read poetry if you had all day you would get bored though then discover new poets who had also kids and they they died too in the end
Sevinçten uçardım hasta oldum mu Kırkı geçerse ateş çağrırlar İstanbul'a Bi' helallaşmak ister elbet di mi oğluyla Tifoyken başardım bu aşk oy'nunu Oh dedim göğsüne gömdüm burnumu Can Yücel