TINS To the things I've never said. To the things you've never said. To the the words that have never been spoken To all those emotions that couldn't have a chance to be expressed. To all and every single piece of mind that could never been understood To all of those who never believe that word have value. To all the important things that has to be secrecies. Words speaks for itself and has lived for decades. That's why poetry exists, not only for lovers but for the thoughts and feelings that couldn't been spoken. This is a collection of poems about love, secrets, envy, loss, heartbreak, deception and strange feelings that haven't been spoken. It's about All of those things that stop us to be outspoken. To be true, raw and honest. To all the things we have never said.

*His silver gaze, so reflective and transparent, was opaque and blocked off in disgust as he looked down at me with the first emotion I had ever seen on his emotionless face: a sneer so packed with hatred that I almost recoiled back in horror. "Just remember, you did this to yourself, princess," he murmured, his lips so close to mine that I could almost taste the hard bite to his words, his harshness and his hostility.* - They're the kings of the rival school, East Bridge. All powerful. All untouchable. All hot. And unfortunately, as the town policy dictates, I'm their number one enemy, their biggest threat and the catalyst for their destruction, rendering me their target when I'm forced to transfer. But unlike everyone else, I don't engage in town politics, I don't take sides and I definitely do not follow commands. I am Darcy Ravencourt and I bow down to no one, no matter how much they want to put me in my place. I'm here for one thing and one thing only: to graduate so I can leave this godforsaken town and all its problems. And no one will be able to stop me, not even them. Especially not them. - Copyright © 2020 signedlayla

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser