Our love was foretold by the stars. It's amazing how the two of us can form a constellation of passion. But one day, you fell. You left me hanging, shining alone in the dark. Stars can be rewritten.
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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...
