Your picture stood still,
Frozen in time,
It was mounted up till,
This head of mine.
Your dark hair glistens with light,
With a smile even angels call divine,
You could very well be alive,
But it's all just in this head of mine.
Your potrait stood still,
Where you no longer stand,
Your forgotten images-
Only exists in this head of mine.
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YOU ARE READING
when did I last smile?
PoetryI long for you. Yet your gaze lingers on another's. Poetry, short stories etc. All owned by my sad sad heart.
