Imagine two lovers suspended in the air with a single thread. The other desperately trying to hold them together, while the other is grabbing a blade ready to severe them for forever. When you're faced in a situation where you have to choose, always hold on. At least, the first one to fall is the person who gave up.
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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...
