Dark Room

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Black, that’s the color of the room
with floors barely touched by the broom.
Cold, that’s what hugs me this time
I stay with my feeling’s not so fine.

Full of regrets, I tried to
find all reasons, yet I found you
or You,
I don’t know.

I hate the black that touches
my skin by all its shades.
I don’t want the cold to hug me
’til your love fade.

Now I know that I just need to pull up the blinds and open the window.

Black, that’s not the color of the room now.
Floors still barely touched by the broom.
But with You, I know somehow,
Mornings are always good, start it not with a frown.

Cold, that’s not what hugs me.
The sun’s warmth is enough.
Just like how you enter this room messed up,
Days will be faced, either smooth or rough.