Doors
Doors open, doors close
This is not a love poem
My god your eyes are bright
Footsteps echo in the hallway
Of this hallowed mind
A labyrinth entwined
Falling in this passage
No love talk, no love walk
Doors open, doors close
Walk in time, watch your step
For this is no love poem
I’ll hold your hand, for now
In time, our steps will differ
Through these passages
And different doors will open
And different doors will close
This is not a love poem
I’m writing here tonight
Hallways that will wither
My eyes are open wide
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