We were in love, you said. We were getting married, you said. Sadly, all the memories of us are buried at the back of my head. Would you ever get tired of me, if I don't even recall we were in love like we used to be?
There is that moment that the only sound you hear is the loud noises in your head. But, in all honesty, your voice is the only one I don't ever like to fade.
It's a collection of poems I've written the previous years. I mean, the words were just lying in my notebook which was sitting on my bookshelf, so, I decided to share it to the world, because, hey, who would want to just sit around in a dark corner when you can be out & mess with the universe.