before you came
my heart was a wasteland
desolate, dark, dreary
black like death
the sun never shown
and the wind always blew
but after you came
my heart grew into a garden
cultivated, clear, colorful
white like life
the sun always shown
and the wind never blew
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
before you came
my heart was a wasteland
desolate, dark, dreary
black like death
the sun never shown
and the wind always blew
but after you came
my heart grew into a garden
cultivated, clear, colorful
white like life
the sun always shown
and the wind never blew
Please stay.
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