this is not my native language

this is not my native language

1242 1250 Hazal Karabulut

talk to me like lovers do
as if i bewitched you with my words
for my words as a reflection of this soul
that i’ve tried to hide from millions of eyes
eyes of the beloved ones, eyes of the stars
but never eyes of yours
miracles don’t happen to ones like us
it clearly didn’t happen to you
so who am i to embrace this role of a saviour
a saviour of a soul like yours
who am i going to save you from,
yourself?
i am not the one to tell you about the field of dreamers
just because i’ve lived several lives because of you
doesn’t mean i’ve lived them with you
however wouldn’t it be nice,
just us, and the fairies of the field
not our words, clearly not any miracles
for a minute, not even our thoughts
talk to me like lovers do
you said:
“this is not my native language”
so talk to me like a prayer, like a saint
or a ghost
haunt me in my dreams and don’t let me escape
from myself
which happens to lay very next to you.

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