Before you, I believed love existed only in fairy tales
After you, I hear it sung in the song of the nightingales
Before you, shadows followed me; I couldn’t find light
After you, endlessly smiling, you’ve made my world bright
Before you, sleep was a twisted labyrinth of nightmares
After you, sleep is a haven powered by your serene prayers
Before you, faith lost along broken promise avenue
After you, my sea of solace expontientally grew
Before you, sadness and loneliness were my disease
After you, the greatest gift, the power to believe
*Thank you for reading*
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Britt Blomster
I'm a writer, poet, storyteller and dreamer. I'm inspired by the world around me and channel that into my writing.
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