The key of you was the key to my heart that was of me
You balanced everything like it was in your control but the second it was gone
You had remained missing and out of the sun.
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The last love of the butterflies
PoetryThe last heart was of us and down the road I hoped a forever would come and being able to stay in the city where the love was started was like a dream that melted my heart.
You had the ticket what about the key?
The key of you was the key to my heart that was of me
You balanced everything like it was in your control but the second it was gone
You had remained missing and out of the sun.
