I am eternally waiting for the moon to fall. We are lovers at night, but when the morning comes, our love dies as if the sun burned all your sweet promises away. I want to be patient, I do. But every second I spend when the moon is gone is like threading on blades and scorches of fire. I want to catch the moon with a net and keep it for myself. That way, you won't have to love me behind closed doors. That way, loving me becomes easy and you won't have to keep me a secret anymore.
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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...
