Is it not
Breathtakingly painful
The way we hope to
Keep a tiny memory
With us
For a lifetime?
We keep our love
In a photograph,
Hoping to capture
A moment
That might not last.
We frame it and hang it
On a wall
Because our minds
Are too fragile to
Remember it all.
Even though
The paint starts peeling
And the hinges start creaking?
Or even when we start aging
And our bodies begin aching?
We pose for the camera,
Smiling bright despite
Our sad eyes.
Avoiding the hours,
Forgetting
How fast time flies.
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Hypnotic
PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...
