When will I be able to flirt like everyone else? To say empty I love yous? To be able to not invest emotions to someone not permanent? To be able to not feel anything about topics of love and intimacy?
A genuine heart is in a lot of pain in this type of world.
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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...
