Not my usual type of poem at all, not sure if I like it, but *shrug*
Before we met, I’d never cried,
Before we met, I’d never cared.
Before we met, life was simple,
Before we met, I slept all night.
Now I’m awake missing you babe.
Now I’m awake hearing your laugh,
Or I’m awake, wishing I did.
Now I’m awake, and it’s your fault!
Should I have kissed? Knowing I’d change,
Would I have kissed? Knowing you’d die,
Could I have kissed? Knowing it all,
I’m glad I kissed.