it's been months since we last met and I'm still waiting for a date for our next meet for that time when I'll kiss your forehead, your lips and call dibs on your hug but it hurts now that i can't see you, first of all i wanna hear your voice and share all of my pain with you and i know that you do too but for now all i have is pain of that empty place, no gain in our heart and a hope for that time when we unload our cart inside our heart and shine brightly but i have something else to deal with while i try to sit a voice thrives in our memories it grows and grows till i throw up; my stomach empty and my heart's full of tears; not the same thing but it exists, so i try to suppress our beautiful memories but I'll care for them our beautiful memories (missing #promise + growth of #obscure_halo) #promise #obscure_halo -yakaa: jujaa:
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.