The Four Rooms Of My Heart Poem by Brian Jones

The Four Rooms Of My Heart



One room is empty
One room is full
One room is happy
One room is blue

The first is barren, all hollow throughout
Empty closes in, fills you full of doubt

The second is talking, holding you near
The touch of your skin makes pain disappear

Third is love, all filled with joy and glee
The warmth of your touch, when you are near me

Last room is dark, throughout and within
Just wanting you near, to hold me again.

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