Expressing art through words, bleeding on paper, whispers of my shadow, things left unsaid.

Welcome to "Whispers from the Heart", my collection of poems that explore depths of love, hate and self-imagery. My poems mainly resonates on three themes: love, trust and loyalty. I've found solace in writing, and making poems a reflection of raw experiences. I hope you'll find pieces of yourself in these poems and that they will inspire you to listen to your own heart whispers.

"The Girl Who Outgrew Her Hurt" is my story in poems. I was the quiet girl with a soft heart, hard thoughts, and hidden pain. The one who smiled while healing, loved while breaking, and kept everything inside. This book is for the ones who feel too deeply, overthink at night, and keep going anyway. It's about heartbreak, friendships that faded, missing people who didn't stay, and finding myself in the mess. I wrote every poem from the truth I carry - soft, bold, and still becoming. This is me, outgrowing what tried to break me.

I just wanna make you smile and motivate you with this book :)

I write these poems when I hit my low points I hope if anyone reads this you enjoy #1 Sad Poems #2 Sad Poetry #2 Poem #1 Dark Poems

FREE VERSE POETRY!!! In this poetry book. I explain my struggles, my thoughts, and my emotions. A lot of these poems were written after or during something. I show and explain how I feel daily when I overthink. It's about all of the things I never let go of in life. I learned a lot from this, especially that you can't outrun these problems. You can't let go of them either, because they mean too much to let go. This poetry book was more of a journal than a book itself, because usually when I was sad or something, I would write about it. In this poetry book, you will see a lot about love, because my whole life is built around that. I thank you for those who cheered me on throughout the making of this. I thank the people who cared enough to help me through these parts of my life. SECTION 1: ~a million words~ timespan: september - mid-december SECTION 2: ~the letters i never addressed~ timespan: december - january SECTION 3: ~a few more words... please.~ timespan: beginning of january - end of april In the early stages of this book. I cried a lot because I was scared to even write these poems. Knowing it will be the truth, and for once, people will know me for me. Because these problems aren't just mine. They are yours too, because it is so sad that a lot of teenagers go through a lot of the same things. To those who read this, thank you for taking your time to understand me. It means a lot, tons. Sometimes I think that others shouldn't worry about my issues or problems when they have their own to worry about. This happened a lot, and some of these poems were written with my tears. I thank YOU, for making me remember that people are here for me, no matter who they are. Along with that- Enjoy! I hope that you like this, as much as I did write it. It's my everyday thoughts, my emotions, my tears, and what I never would say to anyone a year ago. And I never let go of these things, because I just learned to live with them. Morgan Hayes

The Tears I Learned to Love is a collection of poems that explores the complex journey of love, loss, and healing. From the fiery passion of first moments to the silence left by absence, this book is about the deep ache of letting go and the quiet strength found in rebuilding. Each poem reflects a moment of heartache, but also of resilience. It's not just a story of heartbreak, it's about learning to embrace the tears that shape us.

A compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.

Writing is a terrifying act of creation that requires us to push past the fear of being known and bare our souls to others. It gives us a glimpse into our multifaceted lives, both as writers who share their stories and as readers who bring their own unique experiences to what they read. Writing serves as a beautiful connection to each other and our world. This collection of poetry and prose is intended for those of us who feel we have lost our connections and sometimes feel a little less than human because of it.

This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.