Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Don’t try to save her
She is singing in her head
Trapping the thoughts you said
Turning them to something beautiful instead
Don’t try to pull her away from the heaven that you call hell
For you don’t know in which hole your beauty fell
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee