A little memory of this a little memory of the kiss a little memory of that diss and a little memory of that silent kiss that she used to hiss on my ears yea this heart still cares for her and stares into the lair of memories she planted the trees she planted the seeds that would leech off my delinquency so I owe her that and even though our relation was short last it made me grow and made me able to stand toe to toe with fate she made me a better person so I owe her something #promise (even after almost four months of break up with her… she still haunts me. yea we broke up but I guess it was a good thing for both of us. Her memory still haunts me but I’ve learned to live with it just like I’ve learned to live with the memories of #pandu or with the what little memory I have of #pinch_of _hop and I’ve grown a lot sine then. I’ve learned a lot since then. So I guess I owe her for turning me into what a rubiks c...
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.