I don't recognize love. I wonder what love would wear on a busy afternoon or what would love drink in a cold winter night. I never met love. I'm oblivious as to how love would feel beside me or how could love complete me in any way possible. Maybe, not all of us is destined to meet love. Maybe, some of us have solitude as a friend in the very beginning and we never learned to appreciate its presence.
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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...
