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)
I did not know
Where she went
Or where to go
To find that girl that glared through my mirror
Hello my old self
Where did you hide
Did this world rip you out from my insides?
Did the glass prove too sharp
And life too dim
For me to ever see you again wearing that innocent grin
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee