Time remains suspended as you wander through the ghosted hallways within my mind
Leaving opened doorways and rifled curtains in your wake
Content within the peaceful stillness of a slowly settling chaos.
The glass ceilings illuminate your figure, your face turned towards the pouring sunshine
A quiet smile settled upon your lips as your closed eyes watch the world through mine.
Each kiss roots itself into this doll house, breathing life into the rose-coloured walls
Honeysuckle painting the tiles, the mahogany floorboards heaving with each embrace,
A perpetuating story within our own as the music of our souls dances through and fills each room.
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