I killed someone for you. I bashed his skull and hid the body somewhere only I know. I hope you understand that I did it out of love, hoping that you would love me more. Now, I wash my bloody hands hoping that the murder of myself would not hunt me eternally.
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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...
