Picture of You
I may have felt like taking a
Picture of you so that I had a
Memory of you and me
But I just wanted to live in the moment
With just you and me and even though
We could have made the title the
One's most likely to fall in love in
A yearbook with a photo and caption
I would have rather loved you in secret
Than being a photograph in a yearbook
Of a memory and for me I didn't
Need a yearbook photo just so I could
Fall in love with you and me in a dream
And in real life; there may have never been
A picture of you and me that was captured
But my mind won't forget the embrace
Behind the sunshine's shadow of me
In a zebra print sweater and you in a
Black t-shirt with your arm around my
Shoulders as I rubbed your back first and
Then you rubbed mine when I didn't want
To leave straight away so promise me that
We both won't runaway from reality only to
Have our dreams complete the last line
Of the story.
Taking my life by the wind even though I can feel the breeze, the storms of thunder were never as quiet, as the rose petals of the flowers, even though bloom starts in spring, you went where, the wind brought the moon of the rose petals, in the garden of the enchanted forest, almost like you were Alice in wonderland, dreaming of the world like it was her looking glass key to dreams.
The rainbows were my prism in the outdoor of the plains, where I felt secluded and faraway, but I was just writing poetry about the prism of light in 8th grade, until I saw it for real like I was I was looking into the mirror of the glass crystal chandelier, but I knew that you were no ghost to my reflection, as a dream you only ever wanted more than just a photograph of me, you wanted me and that was the only way you would ever runaway from reality to dream, is if you could have a picture of me instead.
In time, you will know of the future who writes the lines, but for now you are going to have to look through the dream as if it was a photograph you carried in a scrapbook of reality.
There was a sky, she was the key of light, that
Was behind the door, but none
But her would know of the,
Future that she held from looking,
Behind the door of the,
Sky that held the key
Of light in the darkness.
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