Better

Before the sky was blue, the stars were bright they gave that dark sky a glistening light.

The food was magnificent, as if every time I ate I've tasted something new.
Even if it was the same thing I've eaten over, and over again like for instance Stew.

Each touch feeling better then before, and me axniously waiting to touch some more,
but it's not the same ever since went away.

Those blue skies now are shady, or gray. The stars that used to light the sky,
were gone ina blink of an eye.

The food lost it's flavor there's no more taste.
The feelings gone no more warm embrace. Everything was better before we split.