In this collection, my aim is to touch your soul. Make you remember an event, a feeling, or a memory. My aim is to put my hand on that scar that mangled your innocent spirit. In this, You may feel.
I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.