Is it a crime if my heart still yearns to beat in unison with the melody of your heart? Is it a crime if I miss how warm your morning embraces are? Is it a crime if I still long for your silly laugh and your adorable smile?
If it is a crime, I hope you come back and punish me with love. Shower me with kisses and jail me with a hug. I wish you imprison me and keep me close because I will continue in commiting crimes until you show up.
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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...
