My house is burning,
but, I still feel cold.
My tears are streaming,
but, I still feel empty.
My heart is beating,
but, I also feel it breaking.
I hope to feel
and not to break.
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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...
