Rockstar
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Ongoing, First published Dec 11, 2021
This is a poem I wrote in my creative wring class over a year ago. It was meant for someone who is like another mom to me, someone who is my spiritual mom and has always treated me as her own. Our relationship has grown over the past few years even more than before. Beautifully Broken is her foundation and is something that helped me in a really bad time.  I now work with her in this foundation to try and do the same for others.

I could do some revising to this, but I had only revised it once. I am unsure which version I like better, but it could use some work. I just never touched it again after my class was over until now. I could ALWAYS use honest feedback. I am not much of a poem writer, but trying to start small, so I just wanted to add something I already have.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.