A Few Things You Used To Be.


You were my sun,
You were my moon
You were my stars

You were my fun
You were my goon
You were the reason for all my scars

You were my gun
You were my noon
You were why I ended up behind bars

You were my loved one
You were my warm sunny June
You were my burning hot but, beautiful planet Mars



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