Poems from Rianne Elyse Magbuhat

Perhaps this is a Reoccurring Pattern
My summers used to consist of waking up to the sun high in the sky, riding bikes around the neighborhood, and slip n slides.  But as time...
Dear My Old Best Friend,
I no longer wake up to the “26 reasons why you love me.” Do you remember the bright red poster you made me? Red was your favorite color. I...