Pesmi, ki so nahajajo v tej knjigi so odsev Malayinih misli, hrepenenj in občutenj. Kadar ponoči ne more spati piše pesmi. Ko jo skozi dan kaj razvne, občutja zlije na papir. Beseda za besedo in misel za mislijo jo vedno nekam pripelje. Včasih ne tja, kamor je pričakovala. ------------------------------------------ Vse pravice pridržane. Knjiga je produkt moje domišljije in predstavlja intelektualno lastnino. Kakršnakoli javna raba, kopiranje, objava drugod ali kraja ideje se bo odrazila v odstranitvi knjige in vsega z njo povezanega s spletne strani. Copyright ©Malaya 2017-2021

a collection of aesthetically pleasing poems written by me. enjoy, don't hesitate to leave feedback ♡ all poems written by me © lowercases intended. "although it may seem like aesthetically pleasing poetry to you, to me, it's my cry for help"

funny, cute and nice zodiac posts for you all ♡ Note - I don't make these, I get them off Tumblr, Instagram and Google Images. These may not be accurate, they're made for entertainment so don't get butthurt or take them too seriously.

for the ones who used to love me, the ones who broke my heart, and the one who loves me now. and for you. for all of you. ~ catarine hancock's debut poetry collection. covering topics like love, heartbreak, feminism, growth, and more, these select poems from her book will tug at both your heartstrings and your mind.

{ a book of the best and worst feelings in life } 4/11/17 - #103 in poetry

Ranked #2 on short poems ❝ Short poems chosen from the colorful canvas of my mind, and the deepest bottom of my heart.❞ • All rights reserved. Copyright © 2019 | →

❝a beautiful girl with gorgeous eyes, but a hidden world of hurt and lies.❞ a collection of short poems and quotes. morning thoughts ✨ #11 in poetry [18/02/18]

"why don't you talk more?" "nobody listens," "I'll listen." i have a poem account on tiktok, (same user as on here) and a poem went crazy viral so people were telling me to write a story inspired by it :) a girl sits in the back of the class, taking notes. her hair is messy, and so is her handwriting. her head is down, hiding from anyone who might know her name, while a boy sits in the front, with his head high as everyone laughs at his joke. but this isn't a love story. not even close. see, they aren't strangers, but they act like they are. he knows her name, but he also knows she will never be enough for him, no matter how much he wants her to be. -L

... 𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙟, 𝙠𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙢 𝙟𝙖𝙯 𝙫 𝙩𝙚𝙗𝙞 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙯𝙫𝙚𝙯𝙙𝙚, 𝙥𝙖 𝙫 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙞 ...

Živim v vrtincu nostalgije... v spominih... še vedno vidim sled preteklosti... a nekoč... nekoč jih bom presegla.