/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205

A brief view of what the introverted are going through. #1 IN POEM 12/12/18 #1 IN FREEVERSE 28/12/18 #1 IN POEMBOOK 29/12/18 #18 IN POETRY 01/03/19 #2 IN POETRY 06/01/20 #1 IN PERSPECTIVE 25/02/21

I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.

A collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.

Poetry is just like snow. Cold, freezing, biting. But at its heart there is emotion and warmth.

"I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still." - Sylvia Plath ( All Rights Reserved) NO COPYRIGHT in any way shape or form. Must have written consent from me. Only quote if you give credit ❤️ Some featured photos aren't mine⚠️

#15 in poetry (17/08/2017) a formation of words that appear in the middle of midnight or lazy daylight. these words know no hour, they form when and of what they want. - Love. Sadness. Ocean. Earth. Courage. Faith. Strength.- (In no particular order) Most of the poetry is short versed. All poems are original© NOW AVAILABLE ON Amazon print, kindle, Barnes & noble, kobo, iTunes, smashwords. ♥ ·D E T A I L S: wattpad published - 28/07/2017 Completed - 16/08/2017 100% of Manuscript