He is so deprived of love that he's willing to venture deep within the forest of thorns just to get the rose. It's always the hollow ones who are willing to give everything for the passion they sought.
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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...
