One room is empty
One room is full
One room is happy
One room is blue
The first is barren, all hollow throughout
Empty closes in, fills you full of doubt
The second is talking, holding you near
The touch of your skin makes pain disappear
Third is love, all filled with joy and glee
The warmth of your touch, when you are near me
Last room is dark, throughout and within
Just wanting you near, to hold me again.
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