You remind me of soft, warm blankets and sweet morning kisses. You are the warmth of the summer sun and the familiar gentle melody of the forest. You love all humans the same way you love the world. Your innocence taught me that all people are just people and everyone should never feel cold. You are too soft for this world, too soft that even love itself would blush while talking to you. You remind me of hope that someday you can become everyone and everyone can become you.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
