And he was made from stardusts, shining brighter than Sirius in the night sky. He's supposed to be my shooting star, granting my wish in one breath. But instead, he left me with a starpiece and a broken heart beyond repair. He is a shooting star but, his wish is not mine to spend.
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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...
