Whispers
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 12m
  • Reads 31
  • Votes 14
  • Parts 16
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Jul 18, 2024
Whispers: Love, Loss, and Everything Between (A Poetry Collection)

In the delicate dance between love and heartbreak, my poetry collection delves into the intricate tapestry of emotions that define the human experience. Each verse is a poignant reflection on the beauty and pain of love, weaving a narrative that resonates with the depths of the soul. Through the rhythm of words and the melody of emotions, I invite you to explore the raw vulnerability and profound resilience that love and heartbreak awaken within us.
 
Within the pages of this collection, you will journey through the bittersweet symphony of love's embrace and the haunting echoes of heartbreak's aftermath. From the fragile petals of a budding romance to the shattered fragments of lost love, my poems paint a vivid portrait of the complexities that come with opening your heart to another. With each line, I seek to capture the essence of love's euphoria and heartbreak's anguish, inviting readers to immerse themselves in the shared experiences that unite us all.

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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

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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.