I had a picture in my mind.
I keep on staring
And it smiles
Two boys, two girls,
My family
And stars shining in the back.
I had a picture in my hand.
We are both together
And you smile.
My love in your eyes
And me in your arms,
And the future keeps rolling by.
I had a picture in my heart.
When I am old
And we are sadly, apart
The view, its picturesque
In my eyes
And its the, last picture of my life.
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Hi, everyone. This poem kind of denotes the kind of life I want to have. Picturesque. With lots of memories. I am not afraid of dying alone, I am just afraid of not having good memories with me when I die.
So, live your life in such a way that in the end all you see is a beautiful picture.

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