In your twenties, There will be a guy, Who'll text you one night, Saying how a certain song reminds him of you. A song that was always your favourite to begin with. It's important for you, To not take it personally. Because, that moment onwards, Whenever you'll listen to that song, It'll remind you of him, And when he leaves, Which he will, You'll not be able to listen to your favourite song, For 20+ months. Maybe he'll forget about all the sweet words he said, But, your hear

I'm beading every breath, With the thread of hope, To decorate my life with memories, Rather than thoughts that choke me to death.

Would you believe it, If I say I'm scared, I'm scared of all the things that haven't happened yet, And I'm scared thinking if they'll...