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)
Some are truths Some are lies Some are stories Told too many times Advertisements
He asked for forgiveness For crimes he’s yet to commit For the falling angels, and the apple they ate
“He’s… He’s like grandma’s chicken”