The picture of you
Standing tall in your
clothes
Leaves me feeling an ache
Through my bones
The picture of you
Smiling so sexy and sweet
With such a sharp and
Wicked grin
The picture of you
On the mantle by the clock
Reminding me of
What I used to be
The picture of you
Is all that I took
When you left and
Went your way
The picture of you
Is more than I can bear
Sitting here in the room
Alone with me
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An experiment in poetic brevity
A smiling face, within a frame, A moment caught in time, So long ago, yet yesterday, Engraved upon my mind.
Every photo of you Is a memory, A moment of life; Stolen, captured.
#household. Just above the fireplace. Upon the mantelpiece. Past Pandora's Box. Underneath the golden fleece. Next to last nights moonbeams. That I keep inside a jar. Beside the box of stardust.
Two new necklaces With little silver hearts. I got them for us To say we'll never be apart. We're confused little children, But we sure had fun. Up all night camping, Running round in the sun.
It seemed in slow motion, She never touched the ground, Memories flooded like an ocean, Through my ears the sound, Many years have passed, Soul sisters we always were, How did it all go so fast, All...
I switched on the radio, And heard that familiar tune, The song you used to sing for me, whenever I was with you.
That one day, I stumbled upon. The memories that had been locked away. My head became flooded. I thought there was no way. That time and day you went away. Was the day I could not hold.
#household. One day I'd like a fireplace. To place the only memento I've got. A beautiful Victorian fireplace. Upon it I would sit a clock. A clock given to my grandfather.
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