Stars of Freedom

Pretty Pictures (7/5/23)

I'm panicked because you're pretty

And you're talking

To me

Often I think about

How we once were so young

And on that day I realized

Beauty will come if you allow it

And when it comes you can only

Sit quiet and stare

No words are needed

No words were present

Because I was panicked

And you were pretty

Who was I to you then?

Was I just a passerby

A beautiful stranger

Or everything you ever dreamed of?

Somehow you became

Just that

To me

The last time I saw you

I was wearing white

I was the pretty girl with the Polaroid camera

Hoping to catch every little moment

Every embrace and tear

In a frame so perfect

I could clutch it to my heart

Forever

And gather all the final words

Before time fell through

And saw me true

The last time I saw you

I wished to be beautiful

So I was

I guess dreams really do come true

But when you least expect

Your secrets engulf

Every little moment

So you can only sit quiet and stare

And wonder if this is what wishes

Are supposed to become

I'm panicked because

I think you called me pretty

But through the silence

I am still and quiet

If you are a fragment of my dreams

If you once wished to be

A frame in a pretty Polaroid

And if you are just that

To me

Am I perfect for your picture?