Photograph is a mirror
Your lies can not armour
You smiled on her behalf
With her neck, stretched to yours like a giraffe
All because she could laugh
And probably rub your head on her lap.
For your love not to go asunder
You faked it,
Puting the memory in a photograph
Of what God has not joined together.
Who will get pained
At the end of the day
You like entertainment has now changed
To the power of photography
Another memory.
YOU ARE READING
The Light In Me
PoetryThe first page of a new anthology I hear the sound of my favorite words Like art, music and photography. I see the footprints of my past and thoughts. Feeling of excitement from my fingertips The words of understanding from my bare lips. I can'...
