Why do we always leave the windows open?
I like the cracks in our ceiling.
They look like wrinkles in an old mans face.
The carpet is getting worn down from all your pacing.
And the broken glass by the bed has been there for 3 weeks.
I have created a safety box full of chocolate and candles.
Its under the bed, in case we ever get stranded here.
I have been wondering where you go when you leave me,
But I am too afraid to ask.
I simply cannot bring another name to our room.
Its our room and the brightness will surely dim over time.
Beauty will prevail, as always.
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