Aqsa Bint E Ejaz

The way one ends up getting triggered by a memory of past

Of the memories full of warmth, of the moments that didn't last

Nonchalant yet terrified of my image that my shadow casts

Reminiscing about a pure soul which is now an outcast

A soul, which now dwells on things that tear it apart

The way one ends up getting triggered by a memory of past

Of the memories full of warmth, of the moments that didn't last

Nonchalant yet terrified of my image that my shadow casts

Reminiscing about a pure soul which is now an outcast

A soul, which now dwells on things that tear it apart