Without the broken promises nor the unheard goodbyes, this cannot be poetry.
Without your heart beating a mellow tune in accordance of our parting, this cannot be poetry.
Without the tears that has left stagnant in hopes of not aching, this cannot be poetry.
Without your warmth keeping me company as the cold winter breeze flew by, this cannot be poetry.
Without you being my sunshine in a hot summer noon, this cannot be poetry.
Without you being the flower that blooms on the first breath of spring, this cannot be poetry.
Without the pain of not possessing the love that we could have, this too, cannot be poetry.
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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...
