There is nothing more raw than falling in love. How every blemish, folds, and crevices of one's body seem like poetry even with all its corporeal ugliness. Every touch feels ethereal and will leave you hungry for more. Magic comes out of every spoken word as if they were a prophet from God. Oh how beautiful it is to finally reach the peak of existence.
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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...
