Once there was a girl who longed to be beautiful in order to gain true love. And so, she planted flowers on herself and waited for them to bloom.
She waited for days and nights until finally, the time came for the seeds that she planted to grow.
Everyone admired her beauty and they were allured by her scent. Just like a moth attracted to a flame, just like bees addicted to nectar.
But there was one thing that she did not take into consideration, and that was, great beauty is poison.
No one dared to touch her heart full of thorns for no one will be able to without shedding a single drop of blood.
With that, years passed and she never got the love that she desired. Her flowers withered one by one, and her great beauty lost its value with every passing moment.
It was too late when she learned that even the most beautiful flower will eventually wither and no beauty is needed to capture true love.
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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...