Our body and soul
is just like a hollowed glass.
At first it's clean,
all is crystal clear.
Whatever you see inside,
is who you become.
If it's full of flowers,
and everything nice.
You're in love,
and loved.
If it's dark
and full of smoke,
You are not
to blame.
It is because
the world,
Polluted your once
transparent soul.
Sometimes it's better
to be empty.
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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...
