Pictures

These pictures tell stories

Of the places I never came to

Of the firsts and the lasts I missed

Of sleepless nights and hopeful mornings

 

These pictures, I want to forget,

Want to remember,

Want to burn, want to frame

These pictures,

Hold me together, tear me apart

 

These pictures I now toss into the fire

Watching them crumple up, turn to ash

Blown away by the wind

These pictures still vivid in my head.

These pictures, won’t ever die

 

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