Trying to hide my feelings for you is like hiding the stars, impossible. You were the unreachable dream, the far away star. Every night I would cry to the moon asking why you are not mine. Every moment I long for your touch will be counted in lonely sleepless nights, in stargazing and sketching your figures using the stars. You were my wine, sweet and destructive yet highly addicting. I would count every heartbeat in this world and make a song out of them just for you. These are my truths written in paper. However, the deepest truth here is that no matter how I long for you, I have accepted the fact that you will never be mine. Loving you would be easy, it is inevitable. But it seems loving me would be difficult, it is impossible. I have long accepted the fact that you were the sky and I am just a tiny grain of sand dreaming for a far away star. The love I want may be impossible but always remember that I will always look from afar.
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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...
