Wish I could write, Verses of you again, Words that are few again, Nothing's changed, Just we're not "Us" again, This one day, how could I ever forget? It could have been a celebration, Of completing one more year of toleration, But hell, I am filling these spaces yet again, With the words which would … Continue reading Verses Of You
I Do Cry
When she left me under that gate on my very first day, I was making my steps, but I wanted her to stay, To hold my hand and walk me to my class, But when I looked up on my left, she wasn't there, I turned back and saw her leaving, I resisted for a … Continue reading I Do Cry
Unorthodox mind 