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List of poems ✨
People would think they're just separated letters and we collect them to form words and sentences,they have no idea that we bleed on papers to take out the pain out of our souls.
- 𝐒𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈. 🌻
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Him, The Galaxy and The Darkness
This is my poetry/ventings/stuff My poetry is basically inspired by many things, such as songs and feelings and dreams but mainly about my ex-lover... Every thought is about him. So... This is for my lover. I love you.Concluida
Poetry For The Broken
collection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadderConcluida
When I Can't Do Anything Else
When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
Medicine
Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.Concluida
Whispers of a Broken Heart: Poems of Love, Loss, and Longing
It's a collection of hauntingly beautiful poems that trace the shadows of love, loss, and the echoes of what was never meant to fade.
POETRY THAT STAYS
You don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "who hurt you?" -Hugot Queen♥Concluida
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