Instapoetry from leftover lyrics of a love story for the sleepless, the still healing, and the ones who believe that even in endings, there is beauty. It is for anyone who's ever waited by the door for someone who never returned. For anyone who holds onto hope like a secret prayer. The slow unraveling of a once-infinite love captured by micro poetry and fragmented verses-each piece a quiet echo of what was, and what lingers still. For the one who left, from the one who stayed.
"In the margins of melodies, remnants of lyrics, fragments between verses and bridges - something raw remains. From the half-sung intros, scribbled outros, scattered refrains and choruses - poetry rises." -Author
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Poetry