Whoever Poem by Beyza Dut

Whoever is everyone's someone
there the body or not...

whoever means something for all
And means everything for most
And this is undeniable

Whoever is my guess...

Whoever is my queen, slays
Demands to the boundaries to beat me!
And command me to(...) , to the boundaries!

Whoever wants the both side of the same story
The freedom and the captivity.
For why, the queen always wants to keep them all.

Whoever is, a slave
Running out of the routines
But in charge for all the things
Made me borrower, but never drawer
After everyone took all the benefits

Well-done whoever turned me to a dabbler.
Time to be a queen again.

Enjoy yours majesty
all the fun is on me.

Whoever never lets anyone to be themselves
As for many things to be itself too
Then, Whoever wakes to nothing clear up.
Whoever turns to something crying!

After all being something and everything
The queen and the slave
and crying...

Whoever dispatched all the sorrow on her face to me
Till that I realize my face is far beyond painful
than whoever's any more.