31 July 2012
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
Faded Picture. • Opuss № I