Before and After
Why can't I live without my love
because before my love I was not living
I was only existing
I was in the shadows
A ghost in the walls
But then
Oh but then you came crashing in
and i couldn't help but feel alive
My world was in color for the first time
For he did not mind picking up my broken pieces
the pieces left by the past
For he did not run when he saw me in shambles
Tears pouring down my face as I screamed at the sky
Without my love I would only be existing
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