Love the curves you curse,
Love the scars you hide;
All of your rough edges,
All of your your insecurites.
For they are beauty
That seeps out of the paper.
All of your imperfections
Are poetry to me.
For poetry is finding beauty,
In things which need admiration.
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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...
