People view you as a wild soul, destructive and unwanted. They label you as a weed that needs to be plucked out of Earth. You're deprived of beauty compare to the roses and tulips. But little do they know that Dandelions grant wishes. They fly to the wind carrying the desires of hopeful souls. I'm in a field of Dandelions wishing on every single one to have your heart.
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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...