Foundation of love,
Turned fortress of bigotry.
Walls of understanding,
Transformed jail of hypocrisy.
Prayers of compassion,
Became curses of abomination.
They told me I was sick
But I think they're worst.
Angels of God
Degraded to demons.
They became afraid
Of their own reflection.
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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...
