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)
The editing changed the meaning
Like Photoshop changed the girl
But this time no beauty was added
Not at all
And you lost the original
It’s on a napkin on a floor
In a bar that you hardly remember
From the night before