The universe is so selfish. There are billions of beating hearts in this planet, yet it refuses to lead the right person to me. I am not asking for much. I am not even expecting that kind of love that can make the sky burn. I am not longing for that kind of love that can make flowers sing. And I am not reaching out for the stars that are out of my reach. I only want that simple love that can make me feel whole. That one person to hold during cold, rainy nights. I only want to love someone who can love me back.
Or maybe, true love is really asking for too much. Especially for someone like me.
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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...
