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)
How can the end just begin
When I was just promised a tomorrow
That day that never comes
I spend my nights begging to borrow
Another minute or two
With people much like you
People who care
About little moments like these
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee