Promises Untold | Untold Promises

Who gave me the first promise and what did that promise take?


32 to 9, Rhyme.

Imagine a kid, on the last bench of a class He couldn’t make friends, he couldn’t write or draw Logic left his head, long before the bell Using his finger as people, he would idly finger wrestle —- Maths never made sense, formulas weren’t strong He wasn’t so┬ádumb, but he was truly so lost He […]