The Silence I Named You In
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- Votos 17
- Partes 11
He never said her name out loud anymore. Not because he'd forgotten-but because it still hurt to remember.
This is a haunting collection of poetry that follows the quiet unraveling of a man who never stopped loving someone he lost long ago. Time marched forward, people came and went, but in the quietest corners of his soul, she remained-untouched, unspoken, unforgettable.
These poems are not loud cries of heartbreak. They are softer than silence-pages filled with the weight of memories, what-ifs, and love that never had the courage to bloom. Each line is a glimpse into a heart that has learned to live with longing, and a mind that still replays a smile from another lifetime.
This collection isn't about moving on. It's about what stays when everything else fades. The feeling that buries itself deep, but never dies. A love mourned in solitude. A name whispered only in dreams.
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A Beautiful Mess.
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A SOUL THAT LOVES THE MOON
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The Pieces of You
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The Song's Memory (Engineering Student #2)
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Meet Me In Another Universe
She loved them. But the universe had other plans. Maybe in another time, another place... their story would've had a happy ending. This is not a love story, this is about the story that almost. For the one's who loved in silence and ran out of time. alienated_eilan All rights reserved. 2025Concluida
Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. I
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