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A picture is worth a thousand words,
But I swear I wrote an entire novel
With the candid of your smile
Captured forever in my mind.
The edges fade,
And the background's all
Blurred edges and gray shapes,
But you're smile's still crystal
It's magic
Healing and destruction
A frozen snapshot,
But still.
Still every time I go back to that moment
I can hear the moments after the shutter clicked
Your laughter ringing through the air,
The way you moved my hair
And stared
The way I swore that was the moment
Our moment when time stopped
When everything changed.
But then time started again
And it was just another
Polaroid memory
To add to my collection.
YOU ARE READING
Ink Stained Soul
PoetryAnecdotes and snapshots of life, sometimes mine sometimes based off of other people, events, songs, books, etc. I hope you enjoy it, but more than that, I hope you can connect with something bigger than all of us. After all, isn't that the point of...
