The Trials of Love

The Trials of Love

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*ALL RIGHTS RESERVED* *ALL ARTWORK/PHOTOGRAPHY CREATED IS MADE BY @ THE TROUVAILLE HEART. FIND HER ART PROFILE ON INSTAGRAM. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO HER WORK AS WELL* Remembrance of the roller coaster of happiness, confusion, depression, and everything in between, I presenting to you, my Trials of Love. Handwritten poems by myself, and a reflection of parts of life I want to write in the sake of my youth and my future. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 Please enjoy and do not copy. I plan to produce the books I start on Wattpad and share around the World (if possible.) Please be courteous of my work and everyone else who takes precious time from their lives to share here on this platform. Thank You.
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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