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Moonlight in My Tears and Words by lovelosto1o
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This book is full of poems I've written from the heart. I've always wanted to share them-not just to express myself, but to see if others out there might relate. These pieces mean a lot to me, and putting them out into the world wasn't easy. Out of respect for the time, emotion, and effort I poured into this, I kindly ask that no one copies or steals my work. If you do, I will take action to copyright and protect what's mine. I worked hard on these poems, and I hope you'll respect that. Thank you for reading and understanding. I believe a lot of people will relate to what's written here. The beautiful cover art was created by the talented Nona Limmen. You can find more of her haunting, magical work on Instagram: 🌙 @nonalimmen For questions, collaborations, or to connect, feel free to reach out to me on Discord. Message me for server info, add requests, or just to talk. lovelosto.o These poems come straight from the heart. Some are long, but I promise they're worth the read. I put a lot of emotion into them, even though I'll admit... I got really lazy halfway through 😭. There were supposed to be more pages, but I couldn't keep writing anymore at the time. Every poem in here is raw. Full of detail. You'll find sadness, love, calmness, peace, rage, emptiness, loneliness-and maybe even a little hope i barely edit anything just give me a chance 😭
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 by MayGarner
MayGarner
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON UNDER 'MELANCHOLIC MUSE' BY MAY GARNER This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.