You used to be my
life, but now you're
just a memoryYou used to be
my oxygen, but now
you're only historyYou used to be
my sky, but now you're
a faded starYou used to have
my heart, now I love you
from afar–leonardo r.
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Poetry[ THE FICTION AWARDS 2018 WINNER FOR BEST POETRY BOOK ] ❝He spent his life chasing butterflies, never noticing how he trampled on the flowers.❞