Terrible Nightmare...

Poem By Gencay

Since the day I met you
I was immersed, I forgot myself
Since the day I loved you
I was astonished, drunk, worn out my heart.

Since the day i saw you
I've been blind, I didn't care about anything
Since the day I cared for you
I realized that I considered myself worthless.

I loved you ever since I knew you
I am priori, not selfish, selfish
I heard you, felt you since I felt
I was old when I was young, and dead when I was vigorous.

What did I think of my future
What a purpose I had
Nor did i love life
You didn't love me, you shouldn't.

I don't talk anything
I have nothing to do
I want time to pass
I want to forget myself, it's that deep.


I am all my hopes, my future dreams
On top of the possibility that one day you might love me
I built with care, I set it up with care
An apocalyptic world now my soul!

I'm breaking down, getting burned
I'm drowning, I'm sinking
Universes are falling from the sky
Being without you is my worst nightmare!

And i for years
I cannot wake up from this nightmare...

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