I once was
someone’s love of my life
I once was
someone’s destiny
I once was
someone’s forever home
I once was
someone’s secret life
I once was
someone’s dull ache
I once was
someone’s lousy lover
I once was
real, imaginary or fictional
In the end
I was nothing to them
but a past tense

So goodππ½. I want to be βsomeoneβs secret lifeβ, just one last time. π
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A wonderfully melancholic poem. Excellent.
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Thanks Chris!
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Poignant, but sad… π
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