The moment he came, I knew right away it was love. He found the key that I hid for many years and unlocked my heart. It was love at first sight as if our souls knew each other even before we were born.
Everything was beautiful but just like a rose, it will someday die and wither. I thought he was love but instead, he was the opposite—
first love always serves as the first painful lesson in love—
When he left, he dropped the key in a well filled with infinite keys. I'm still hoping despite the harsh lesson that one day, the lucky one will appear and pick the right key.
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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...
