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Regrets of my life

My first book is out- Dusk Veiled Desires: cunning devotion. [PAINFUL POEMS] VOLUME 1: Short poems. Amidst the roses in full bloom, Under the starry night's bright loom, A girl sits in the garden alone, Penning down her heart's sorrowful tone. The moonlight casts a dim hue, Reflecting on her hair's brown hue, As tears flow silently from her eyes, Longing for the one she loves but denies... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ VOLUME 2: You and me (well you need to read to find out what's inside) {starts from chapter 53} "Well... I think this is our goodbye," she softly sighed, A bittersweet farewell, emotions amplified. "But I can't leave you," he pleaded with his heart, Their love entangled, yet forced to part. "My love, I'm not real," she whispered, eyes filled with pain, An ethereal presence, destined to wane. "You are to me," he vowed, his voice trembling, Their connection profound, their souls assembling. "You know that I will always be with you, But not physically, my love, this much is true," She spoke with tender sorrow in her tone, A love transcending bounds, their spirits known... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ whatever I write here is totally based on my real life. (unrequited love) Hello there! Welcome to this book, which is not a novel or a story. In this book, I will share my poetry and inner thoughts, which I've been hiding for a long time. All of my writing is based on my life, and I kindly ask that you do not repost my work without giving me credit. Thank you I hope you enjoy reading my writing and find something that resonates with you. -zylyria YOU CAN READ ANY VOLUME FIRST. It just depends upon your preference.

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scars on her hands..

As she stands alone in the night,

Her tears flow with all their might,

Walking towards her balcony, with a heavy heart,

Her pain tearing her apart.

The brown-haired girl, with scars on her hand,

Looks at the plants, planted with love so grand,

And behind the Heliotrope, she hides,

Her heart shattered, her feelings in tides.

With trembling hands, she touches the bud,

A symbol of eternal love, yet so crud,

And wonders when her pain will end,

When will she find a real friend.

The night is dark, and everyone's asleep,

The girl's pain is buried deep,

But she looks up at the starry sky,

Asking God, "When will I fly?"

She's tired of feeling this way,

Wishing for a brighter day,

But for now, she'll stand there and wait,

For the pain to subside, for love to alleviate.

-ksscar7