𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫? 𝐀 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭.. [ Dinu Covers ] #2 - Coverrequest 2025 Apr 15 #1 - Coverrequest 2025 Apr 18

Hear me say I love you like it's gonna be my last-and it was. "Love Letters and War" I wrote you a book, and I hope it finds you one day. For now let it meet you piece by piece, maybe you'd understand why I decided to stay.

orang-orang yang aku sayangi. karya sewaktu hujan. semoga semua doa ini dikabulkan.

စိုင်းတည်တံ့ဉီး + နှိုင်းမြတ်ဘုန်း

This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition. ˚❀　.　˚　　✦　　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.　˚　　❀ .　˚✦　.  ✿ 　　˚　　 ❀　　*　˚　 　❀　✦　˚ . For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly. But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy? Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*) N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT (￣▽￣) ◇Used Pictures are not mine ◇Source: pinterest ♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*

"Can you hear me?" she asked. No one answered. "I'm right here." Silence. Not even a glance. She swallowed hard. "Do I even exist to you?" The room buzzed with voices, laughter, conversations weaving around her, but not with her. "Say something. Anything." Nothing. She let out a shaky breath. "Maybe if I disappear, you'll finally notice." Silence again. "Left Unseen" is the story of those unheard, unnoticed-of voices lost in the noise, of people who feel invisible even in a crowded room. If you've ever felt this way, this book is for you. #1 poetry

⭑❝ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғʟᴀɢ ʟɪᴇs ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ ʟɪᴇs ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ❞⭑ Step into a world where nations whisper their secrets, and love knows no borders. A collection of bittersweet tales of ⭑ connection, ⭑ loss, and fleeting joy ⭑ in a world divided by lines and flags. Request your favorite nation and find your heart stitched into their story. ❛❛Even the strongest nations crumble under the weight of a heartache..❞

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." -Dead Poets Society I'm a 17 y/o (Started this when I was 15) just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)

Let's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth. And I advise you don't either, it's what makes us who we are.

ខ្ញុំស្រឡាញ់ម៉ាក់បង្កើតខ្ញុំ តែខ្ញុំមិនចង់មានខ្សែជីវិតដូចគាត់ទេ ហើយក៏រឹតតែមិនចង់ឲ្យកូនរបស់ខ្ញុំមានខ្សែជីវិតដូចជាខ្ញុំដែរ។