Time flies really fast. Missing the good days, just being a carefree child, not worrying about the world. Missing your old self. The one that always smile and laugh.
Dark clouds covering the sun is not what I aim. Noticed that the darkest day of my life has came. Picture perfect from the start, until you wouldn't want too see its end. I cried a river, I know it's ...
This is the problem with me. Instead of voicing out my problems and insecurities, I tend to write it down and make a poem out of it. But, as I wrote words on my works, the heavier my heart gets.
I have a bestfriend. Her name is Sasha. We've been best of friends since elementary. And I love her. All these years I have been a coward to hide my true feelings for her. But now, I am brave enough t...