He was so hungry for love that he would jump right into the lion's den just to get a taste. He was so deprived of warmth that he would fly to the sun and not care as his skin burn away from his bones. He was so thirsty for company that he would drain the ocean and count the sand just to find that one person he can call his own. But the greatest tragedy of all is that he is so desperate for something he never had and never knew.
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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...
