Modern Romantics

Once upon a time

your eyes were doors

into your soul.

 

But now, the handles are chained together,

and the only guests come through the back.

What lips were once red as roses,

are now pale like the sidewalk where

flowers don’t grow.

 

But who knows,

maybe someday,

when rain fills our hearts

as sunshine once did,

we can unlock the chains.

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