Whistle back your demons,
I'm done fighting against you.
Sick of your poker face.
Lay down your mask Beside the bed,
where your scent Still lingers in the Sheets from the last night.
You don't need to play.
Hush, I get rid of your lies.
We 're not flawless.
Hungry for secureness.
Vulnerable.
Longing to beloved.
Before I sink
I leave.
- duygu tutku göksu
