sureyya berfe

Turgut, I'm looking for you a lot and I'm not crying. My forehead is wrinkled, but my heart is not. Did I wake you up? If I leave, I'll be sad. It's good for us to cry sometimes. One day things will be different. I can't see you now, but I know that things will change eventually. I'll take care of what's left of you. A wrinkled rose looks at us, amazed. Then it looks at you and then at me. Do you know why? It's because of the laundry in the sea garden near the barracks and the madrasah.

You make me feel so passionate and alive, like a fire burning in my chest. You make me feel like I'm spinning out of control.

Hey there, my dear friend! This is how I show my affection for you by calling you my "dear friend". Here's what love means to us:

"Come help me fall asleep. Sleep with me."

I was alone in the evening and couldn't find a friend. The poet I was thinking of wrote poems about the realities of life under socialism.

It is cold outside and the moon is shining brightly. I wish I could keep the light on, but I have to turn it off. Even though I am alone, the beauty of the moonlight fills the room and warms my heart.

If you are going to be there for me, be a source of comfort for the pain I have experienced, not for the things I have gone through.

I don't own anything except for my time.