Sometimes we have to fall asleep to wake

and sometimes we have to die to really live

and sometimes we forget what it is like

to fall in love

again

the winter is dark

and nothing waits

with this pain inside

so real

like a creeping sin

where

rain

and arguments

and routines

hide

in the slowly

lowly

times

Until umbrellas

of conversation

or smiles from song

hold off the rain

and

music

brings us

into color

like rainbows

of light

seen

for the first time.

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