His warmth
enclosed me
And he promised that
he would not let me go.
I found myself
allured by his words
And for a single,
beautiful moment,
I thought
it was love.
But what
I was unaware of
Is that it was
all just a facade.
His love
means destruction
And the more
I struggle
The faster I fall
to the abyss.
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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...
