we met again and i was no longer sane by this time around, by this time around every sand had been amplified and nor simplified by any means, the images were as dark as coffee beans that had been roasted too much and i said oh! fudge it's her again her stains in my memory were still visible not by any means little nibble but big bite a memory both light and dark and she sprung like an angel the one who's too tough to handle and grabbed my arms just like a lucky charm which does no harm and it felt like a swarm of bees had just moved past a light embrace both fast and memorable, but it doesn't end here she bragged my cheeks there and then, i thought why had i fought why had i resisted her memories why did i let the seas of worry overtake me but i trembled then, so you see she has this effect on my body the he inside me resists and hates her touch but others loves it in such a way that it effects me physically her loli face and her smell ...
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.