![]( I remember how you ride bicycles How fast, how accurate, and how good you are at riding them I remember your past Your stupid and funny stories, your exes and shit I remember how you made me happy

To my tears that are not worth crying for you Because I wasted nights for worthless reasons To the bandaids I used to patch the wounds in my heart Because it's filled with lacerations from the pain caused

I know we met in the Very wrong way but I just wanna say Thank you. I Still remember how cute your voice when you asked for my number over video call. How you showed your pinky for a pinky swear. I still

PHOTO USED NOT MINE Anthony Taberna broadcasts the death of a man named Julius Terrence Ivler. He was ambushed. Unfortunately, the hitman left no trace for him to be known. That’s because he’s a professional.

Photo not mine The Lyrical Dance (---- based on the every day school life of the writer but every happening in this story is just the writer's product of imagination. Sorry for the wrong grammar of my

I was only 15 years old when he made a promise. His name is John. We were in a relationship during our high school years but it didn't last because his family needed to migrate in New York. Before he left

As i wait for the sunrise at two am in the morning I was in the shore watching The bluish whites in the sky Sparkle with sincerity I listened to the melody of th ocean waves My feet caressed with the sand

It's like making my way to a building with six floors The elevator was under maintenance and I have no choice But to use the stairs with steep steps made of the m ost pointed nails As I walk the floor

The liquor was poured The walls come down The intentions were told The night was blown The cold breeze was defeated The emotions were all intense The clothes were all depleted The emotions were all in