I pledge myself to you, my love, My life is no longer my own, My afterlife is unknown, If I'm fortunate, If I'm adequate, To be in the heavens, I'll plead for my home. Your eyes are my home, Your breath is my air, Your voice is my song, Your arms are my shrine, Your heart is my altar, Your smile is my prayer, Your hand is my prize, I ache to make you mine. I need you in every way, My rib is not in place. My certain heart calls you, My present, My future, My solace, My first and last, My onliest love. My other self, My life, 'I love you' is not enough. ** Melody Summer is a nineteen year old homeless girl with a tragic past. Shy and introverted​ with major insecurities, Melody aged out of foster care and was left to fend for herself in the concrete jungle of Manhattan. When she meets Akram Sadiq, the handsome Juilliard student, her life takes a very unexpected turn. ***This story is a draft so hopefully will be edited once finished. Wish me luck :)

The galaxies of my abstractions... Fills the cosmos of my mind... Full of mindless winking orbs... And mysterious planets that I cannot find... So I bind these dots in rhymes... And in tunes that my strings strung... Forming constellations sometimes... Or melodies that cannot be sung...

~It burns A wretched demon ~ ~To fall in love with an Angel~ The journey of Melody Summer, a homeless girl who aged out of foster care, her struggle to survive the concrete jungle of Manhattan, facing her tragic past, and finding love.

Ever had that rush of thoughts right before you went to sleep. And don't tell me how I know, but you have something important to do tomorrow. Yeah... So whether it's before bed or regular daily overthinking it's what's we're gonna talk about. This is also a book about different topics In many categories. Some we just discuss with one another, others are just for laughs, but most importantly that we build a kind of cosy space to chat and share talks. That's the main goal.✨ Thanks for reading. Enjoy ✌️❤️

I'm not really a poet, I just write poems sometimes.

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I used to dream of having a family. A real family. Not a foster one that didn't give a dime about you unless the government paid them to. They could never pay someone to love you. Then I'd realized beggars can't be choosers. Any adopted family would have sufficed. If only there had been one. Then that gruesome accident happened when I was fourteen, and I'd just stopped dreaming. Then I was placed in Hope House Shelter - as ironic as the name might sound - trying to keep a job and maintain my humanity. Until I'd met Akram and Asha. They made the struggle tolerable. They filled this void in me that had never been filled before. They made me feel... enough. Now, after that recent revelation of my past, my old dream had become a warped, discolored picture. My shameless reality. The leftovers of a dream. A father with a questionable history. A man who had left his wife and daughter to face a dark fate all by themselves. And now what? He'd returned to stake his claim? As if I would forgive him for the past fifteen years? ****** Melody is safe for now, taking refuge in Akram's family home. Her father is alive and on the run. A criminal organization on the loose, chasing both of them. With Akmal and Laila in the picture, the FBI and Interpol involved, things seem under control, but for how long? Could there be more at stake? Could Melody and her father reunite one day? And most importantly, will fate grant Melody and Akram a happily ever after?

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**Winner of (Poetry Prize Awards) for (Best Poet) & (Best Poetry book) categories... **Winner of (Le Book Award) for (best Free Verse Poetry Read) **First place winner of The Elimination monthly Awards (June 2017) # My name is Akram Sadiq. I'm a Juilliard student. Piano is my life. Music is my soul. Poetry is my dark secret. Guys are not supposed to be romantic, you know. Please don't read this! You still want to?? Okay! *facepalm* ** ¶¶Akram is a fictional character. All rights reserved™ 《Seriously! Mess with Akram and i WILL sue you!!》 ***THIS BOOK IS CONNECTED TO MY MAIN STORY (MELODY)