I never believed in magic until I saw him. His eyes cast tricks on me that kept me from turning away. His smile was definitely a curse for it made my heart beat fast. It was a little too late when I realize I was falling for his magical spell 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...
