If a picture is worth a thousand words
Then why does seeing one with you
Make my mouth shut and heart hurt?
Why does it force tears from my eyes
And pain in my soul?
Why does it make me remember things
I don't want to remember
And feel things that I've tried to forget?
Why does it hang over me like a mosquito
That's only purpose is to draw blood?
Why is it that pictures are meant to never be forgotten
And yet
There's nothing I want to do now
But forget
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
