Photograph
You see that picture frame,
Lying on the floor?
Shattered glass
Everywhere…
I make the fire,
It sparks and flames…
I hold the photograph in my hands,
And as a tear runs down my cheek,
I put it in the flames…
Goodbye to us…
Goodbye photograph…
by
mybelovedposted on 11/12/2009
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