I hear its hum in my ear,
In my severed ear.
Wrapped it up on a piece of paper, gave it all to you…
(It’s okay.)
No one was worried anymore.
And you… you over there!
Don’t think the night’s descending,
Summon it up, unending.
Within moderation, all becomes a remedy.
I see your eyes choosing the surroundings.
Your eyes choosing well.
I saw you that night.
You, actually resemble someone
You‘re an entirety of someone
You‘re the impact left by someone
You exist in the smile of someone
You carry the pleasure of someone
You hold the methods of someone
I saw you that night.
You, seemed like you’re begging to be seen…
I Saw You That Night – Burcu Çiçek
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