It's Actually Love
The rain falls,
Between these dark halls.
It slides down,
With a glistening beauty unknown.
As These dim corridors seal me in,
In With you and your silky skin.
I try to conceal myself from you,
But I can’t because you’re the one that makes my red heart feel blue.
The one I see myself marrying with,
And fading with.
This isn’t a poem,
It’s my heart speaking, and hoping a love between us will stem.
Stem in betweens these darks halls that we roam.
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