Poetry
A batch of poetry, written by an ameture poet. If your interested in really great poetry, go check out "Deep || Poems" by Pileofniall. They're great. Without furthure adieu, here are my poems.
A batch of poetry, written by an ameture poet. If your interested in really great poetry, go check out "Deep || Poems" by Pileofniall. They're great. Without furthure adieu, here are my poems.
One Year. Twelve Months. Fifty Two Weeks. Three Hundred And Sixty Five Days. I like to think of my year in days. Each day brings something new, but there are some days you'll never forget. I have three hundred and sixty five days to remember. And those three hundred and sixty five days were the best days of my life.
Melanie has always been quiet. She never really made herself known, and she never got in trouble. Niall was the opposite. He was loud, disruptive, and one of the most popular guys in school. But he did have a good side. He never chased girls --although they chased him-- and he was nice to everyone. Almost everyone. W...