He was just a speck of light
In the pitch black skies,He was just a merely small star
In the vast universe,But he was enough
To light up the darkest of nights,His starlight was enough
To illuminate my whole world.
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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...