The worst kind of pain comes from expectations Be it mutual or one-sided There’s no telling when either is the case We navigate through life most times like blind men without a cane
By Asom Mary9 months ago in Poets
Raised by a village of fumbling idiots we can’t help but imitate A thin line that connects us to the past that has been interwoven with our future
By Asom Mary11 months ago in Poets
A lot of you wonder what the hype is all about Well me too But I’ve been in this dance for close to a decade now I’ve walked miles with my earbuds vibrating from the crescendo of Abel Tesfaye (The Weeknd’s) songs
I wake up everyday, selecting my thoughts For if those scenarios are not monitored, I might as well head to Ward C There’s so much chaos that needs to be tamed, and it’s raging a war in my mind