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)
Because forever is a long long time She agreed to enjoy the moment Advertisements
I wondered who he was As I passed his broken car As I witnessed his blood freed from his body And the army sounding from afar Was he a bomber, choosing to die? Was he a fool that did not check his car? Then I ran, Late for my midterm exam … And till this…