Stiletto And My Heart
  • Reads 111
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 12m
  • Reads 111
  • Votes 50
  • Parts 12
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Oct 26, 2015
Mature
Love is not a ball with which you like to play with and leave it when your heart say you to change the ball and play with another one...it is a word of someone's faith. ..someone's hope....someone's fortune...someone's kindness....someone's dear...someone's beloved one....someone's dream...someone's habit....someone's flowers....someone's ray of life....someone's morning birds....someone's cuckoo....someone's warrior to help him/her in every field of life....

This is a story of a girl whose lover had left her and she was feeling 
alone and desperate....I can promise, you must like it
One request to you all kind people...whatever you think about the book you must comment it..... You are welcome. .I am ready to improve myself.

Thanks to read...vote and comment on my first book'The Promise'
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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.