Our love was foretold by the stars. It's amazing how the two of us can form a constellation of passion. But one day, you fell. You left me hanging, shining alone in the dark. Stars can be rewritten.
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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...
Shooting Star
Our love was foretold by the stars. It's amazing how the two of us can form a constellation of passion. But one day, you fell. You left me hanging, shining alone in the dark. Stars can be rewritten.