Hesky3090

My supplications died in the bayonets of your eyes.. and surrendered to the winds of despair. My banners dried up on your locked door. My times.. Layla.. did not bear anything. I am torn, I have neither honor nor luxury.. You are tempted by me, so let me go to my mothers if you squeeze the years of my life to the fullest.. I would have asked them to bleed from my surgeries. If I were luxury, I would not reject my love About my suffering I walk and laugh, Laila, stubbornly.. I have to hide my death from people. People don’t know what I’m going through, so excuse me.. They have no way of comforting me. My foolishness was I lost my convoy in the desert... I came looking for myself in your eyes And I came to your green arms dazed... Like a child I carry my innocent dreams You planted your hand crunching my veins. My country..and they destroyed all of them My granular things, your eyes betrayed you in falsity and in lies.. Or did tinsel deceive you, my lord, a butterfly? Layla... who is mine?? By removing your transparent name from my languages, then you will become without Layla.. Layla.. O Layla.. my stories.