But, anyway...

I am stolen one by one,
For years, I have been stolen
Every single moment takes away a single piece
From my little heart,
My patience gets less and less
Now I am starving for your caress
Now I am thirsty for your warmth,
But, anyway.



I am wounded terribly,
For years, I have been wounded,
Every single hour that elapses between your smile and darkness
Stabs my liver once again
I’m afraid to forget the blissful days
And it’s getting bigger
And it’s getting unbearable
But, anyway.



I 'm plundered and weary,
For years, I have been plundered,
And seconds without you ruins my spirit,
That was once full of you
And my belief gets stronger
Then I find the whim to go on
Then I bind my ties tighter to life
But, anyway.


Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut