In what way we are similar?

I am grateful for what I have with my man.

Learning to love.

Poem.

A simply yet comedic poem about the last few days of highschool and how it was really just like stareing at a wall for twenty or so days.

The universality of the beauty of the rose is such that among the variety of flowers, its reputation is historically unsurpassable.

A poem about being cornered with no way out and finally breaking free.

A poem about ruins of a bygone era that still stand and abandoned by time.

When the ones you love, can be your closest enemy..

The truth behind the wall.