The crowded streets,
The empty nights
Were the same;
Scary and dreary,
Till I met you.
Whether it was spark,
Or it was dark
I was the same;
Numb and dumb,
Till I met you.
You showered love
In oddest times,
Trained me seeing
Beauty in everything,
Accompanied in loneliness,
Exhilarated in clumsiness.
The sense of you
Had woken my eye,
The strike of your light
Ignited my mind,
The pill of your pleasure
Had cured my heart,
Hymns of your wisdom
Enlightened my soul.
Oh! Books!
I'm grateful!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
The crowded streets,
The empty nights
Were the same;
Scary and dreary,
Till I met you.
Whether it was spark,
Or it was dark
I was the same;
Numb and dumb,
Till I met you.
You showered love
In oddest times,
Trained me seeing
Beauty in everything,
Accompanied in loneliness,
Exhilarated in clumsiness.
The sense of you
Had woken my eye,
The strike of your light
Ignited my mind,
The pill of your pleasure
Had cured my heart,
Hymns of your wisdom
Enlightened my soul.
Oh! Books!
I'm grateful!
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