dreams.
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  • Reads 1,258
  • Votes 145
  • Parts 39
  • Time 6m
Complete, First published Jun 29, 2015
for my best friend. this is a continuous poem (well I don't know if this is a poem but whatever), with a purpose that won't be revealed. this "poem" doesn't rhyme, at all. this "poem" consists of simple words and periods at the end of each sentence. in this continuous "poem" each chapter has nine sentences, with gaps between. I put them there because I can, and it looks neat. if you get bored, good for you. go find another "better" book to read. ones with sex. go to your doctor. this poem doesn't consist of the dirty deed :) sorry if you feel lonely after reading this book, I don't mean it to make you feel like that...I'm lonely, I don't have a boyfriend. HIT ME UP! kidding I won't be interested. I never am, probably never will be to be completely honest. cause I've been interested in the same guy for a year and I hardly find guys attractive anymore unless it's him. I'm really annoying this isn't even a description. 

this book is about a girl, who is in love with a boy. if you're not interested...well lol. if you're reading this it's too late.
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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.