The photo of you stays by the window.
And fades more everyday.
As if it knows our relationship,
Is beginning to crumble away.
And with every little feature that disappears,
A part of you I knew does to.
I want to have it back to full colour.
I want to keep the same memory of you.
But times a healer in may ways.
And I know that I cant turn it back.
So I suppose I'll watch that picture fade.
Like the love I once had, that now I lack.
©Odd
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