His pair of eyes reminds me of the lush forests of Palawan. They gleam like refined emeralds and can ensnare like a violent riptide. It's a complete mystery why I kept on glancing onto them even knowing that it will be death of me. They hold a special poison that only affects your soul. The pain it brings is caused by knowing that no matter how many times you stare, they will never glance back.
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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...
