Maybe meteors belong in space, the same way I belong with you
But one day you might fall out of love
The way crashing meteors fall out of space
Turning our love into nothing but space junk and stardust
A faded memory of what it once was.
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
