Arzum Uzun Quotes

Don't feed your ego with my soul.

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing,I’ve got nothing,And it’s not a good thing.

This love is hard core. Let's make it soft porn.

Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.

I maybe such a pain in the ass,But in a good way.I give you pleasure at the same time!

I don't want to break my memories with you.

Love is bold. Love is blind.

Mean wordsOnce upon a time, I loved you But I will neverI swear.

Love was not enough to fight or i was not worth for fight.

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence...Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.I love you in my very own wayBy throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your headLike i want to kill you.Just because of envying the love That my heart spend on you.

Sex is a thing, love is everything.

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.

Okay," i said. "If i can not find anybody to have sex, i call you."He smiled. "When you'll find out you have not anybody to love, you'll call.

You know it wrong honey. I am friendly. I am not user-friendly.

at first sight everyone seems like human.

Love was not enough to fight or I was not worth to fight.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

I love you" he said. I did not say anything. What could I say? If i said i love you too, i had perpetual punishment for being a liar.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

And then you leave the memories behind.When you look at the pictures It seems like it was always fun. But you know thatin that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside. Wounded. Bleeding. Crying and yelling at the same time.They were some kinda wounded birds... Eagles, wrens... When you remind that, you became some kinda phoenix. And life goes on like this.like an uncomplete poem.

I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of a average dick.

The best revenge is the time. Time takes it's revenge all the time.

Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding is just to breathSimply keeps us alive.

I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories' grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.

I don't have problems. I am a writer. I am the problem.

I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of an average dick.

I found the kingdom of far far away, prince charming would not be so far.

Tell me a story. Be my storyteller.