A Rusted Frame

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
this is how we see pictures so precious go bad some times...a picture can be interperated many ways as well...but I hope you all like this one...comments and criticism are welcome here, enjoy..

Submitted: April 25, 2007

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These pictures that used to make me smile

and make me think of times so great

and the happiness I never failed to appreciate

time goes by and it's been a while

I just wish you left a happy memory that could make me smile

 

 

The frame's now so rusty and busted

it has spoiled the picture I used to see

I gave it all, and was the friend everyone wants to have and be

and even threw the doubts away because I wanted to trust it

now I'm left with just a spoiled picture in a frame so rusted

 

 

I wish you could see me in this moment right now

looking at this moment frozen in time

and get one glimpse of this pain, the rivers dried, and there's no more tears

I'm through mourning this empty picture and don't know how

but you are blind to see a stronger man now...


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