"You just broke my heart. Nope, it wasn't that kind of heartbreak that could make me weep. It was that kind of heartbreak that could make my heart bleed endless ink." -Eos Pleuvoir SYNOPSIS Writers don't weep tears just like other individuals do for instead, they bleed ink transferring their melancholia on an empty sheet of paper and giving birth to an art close to perfection. These are the pieces that are never different from those that are crafted out of a poetess' blood. Listen to her whimpers. Feel the pain she feels through reading the pieces she bled. Cover Made with Canva

"You're making it hard for me to stay and my heart is making it hard for me to leave." -Eos Pleuvoir Cover Made From Canva

You made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva

"While everyone hopes for sunshine, I am hoping for rain." Drizzles on my Sunshine By Eos Pleuvoir

"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva