MY GIRL PLEASE REST IN PEACE
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Ongoing, First published Jan 02, 2022
She is a pure soul.

Wanted to wander this world map less,

Her eyes drenched with dreams,

Her feet flowing through the path,

Having a confident heart,

A brave soul.

Wearing her own signature fashionable brain,

She scared me yet I got the precious girl,

I thought she could never leave me,

That I could never be alone,

Fighting for her more than her,

All I wanted is for her to rest in peace,

I never knew the monstrous men hunted her,

They pulled her eyes from her dreams,

Her feet trembled down helpless,

A girl who wanted to travel without map,

Laid down unidentified.

Her heart pierced and her voice unheard,

Her brain death without knowing what happened,

I wanted them to pay for what they did to my precious girl,

She can't even rest in peace.

I lost my gem to a wolf.....

Hopelessly standing in the rows of one more victim...

Will I get justice for my life?
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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.