It is when love ceases to exist in your heart
when nothing can make you little more happier
when even the bright sun cannot lighten your day up
It is then that you come to realise
the dull life you have been living
the measure of loneliness in your heart
It is when the words spilling out don't make sense
and when the time does not seem to flow
that you feel so cold,
like you have died many deaths
but not lived a single life
© Nazmi Can Anık
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