Awfully Together

Brick and mortar 

Do not make a home

Living together

Is not always love.

It is crystal like clear

Rose will not grow

Under the blanket cover

In the freezing cold winter. 

In the closeted labyrinth

We stay awfully together

Packed tightly away

Oblivious to the faces we wear.

From the cracks of the windows

Look to the moon so silver

Only to find dark patches 

Shining on the luminous sphere.

Loneliness is a land

So barren and infertile

The Sun is seen hardly ever 

The flower will never blossom.