I have the ability to hear every heartbeat in the world, and all I can hear, is the song of your heart yearning for someone you cannot hold.
Oh, how my heart hurts from listening to a song that I wish is for me.
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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...
