Writing makes my heart glow red

And makes the fountain blue

I put words in twists and pairs

And share it all with you

Before you asked to be let in

I never would have dared

But once you knocked, my empty halls

Felt lonely, barred, and scared

So in you came

Upon the opening of many doors

‘Cause one would never be enough

To hide these bellowed scores

And with you came a vastness

I was jealous of inside

Because you truthed and loved so openly,

I ran away to hide

But grab the collar of my shirt

When run away I tried

And I’d have turned and looked 

And kissed your face while I’d have cried

And cry with me, you might’ve, 

But if cry with me, you don’t?

I’ll stay and wait here for your tears

And leave, my dear, I won’t.