
I used to write before I met you
then your eyes made me see that all
I considered to be poetic
was never artistic like you were
I used to write before I met you
but your soul made me doubt who I am
it was like I saw in the distance
a lighthouse after months spent in hell.
I used to write before I met you
so I tried to write again
but there wasn't anything left to say
besides everything I knew about you.



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