Do our memories even exist? We make them but it doesn't last forever. Where do our memories go? Is there a certain place where they can live forever and never forgotten? Our mind and heart are connected to each other. We love to remember things, the best and even the worst memories, it is undeniable. We express our feelings, sometimes the feeling of someone's not interested in you, someone doesn't care for you and everyone is against you. But sometimes, it is the best of both worlds. So we write. We write it in a diary, but writing a poem have a different feeling on it. It is a place where memories live.

This is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!

" Death. I wasn't alive. My heart was beating on his lies. I longed a life, where I would be Alive, for the truth, in his lies." A few pages inspired from the Great Gatsby. 🏅 Ranked #4 in greatgatsby #1 in #amywinehouse of 90stories #1 in #Syllables of 56stories. # 25 in #ashes of 732stories #44 in #difficult of 1.98K stories