You're a thunderstorm.
Destruction meets everything you touch.
You overflowed my river of tears
until it breached my drowning heart.
But now, the calamity has passed
and all that's left are clear puddles of water.
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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...
