Two Doors
She stands between two open doors,
a hand in each, and cannot choose...
One man she loves, and love feels like
a grey room where she learns to lose.
His hand is warm, but what it holds
is silence, doubt, and waiting long.
She folds herself in smaller shapes
to prove that where she stays is home.
The other door spills golden light,
with laughter, apples, open skies.
His hand asks nothing but her trust,
and joy is written in his eyes.
Love that leaves you crying alone
was never love, just longing's chain.
The one who loves you leaves you whole,
and lets you bloom, and stays through rain.
So walk toward the light, my heart,
where you don't have to beg to stay.
The man you love may break your peace.
The man who loves you clears the way.
She stands between two open doors,
a hand in each, and cannot choose...
One man she loves, and love feels like
a grey room where she learns to lose.
His hand is warm, but what it holds
is silence, doubt, and waiting long.
She folds herself in smaller shapes
to prove that where she stays is home.
The other door spills golden light,
with laughter, apples, open skies.
His hand asks nothing but her trust,
and joy is written in his eyes.
Love that leaves you crying alone
was never love, just longing's chain.
The one who loves you leaves you whole,
and lets you bloom, and stays through rain.
So walk toward the light, my heart,
where you don't have to beg to stay.
The man you love may break your peace.
The man who loves you clears the way.
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