No one is born a master in love. As we get older, we will realize the ironical truth that love is something that you'll learn after your soul got scarred. Love is like a wound that never heals to serve as a reminder that,
We're all clowns in the name of love.
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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...
