Open Poetry #44 |
A walk down memory hall. |
PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Pictures peeling away at my wallpaper, While thoughts dance across my brainwaves; Each frame containing a moment. Trapped within a wood border, How I would hate that life. Frozen in time, Staring across the same hall Where you always were hung, Waiting to expand into reality. Oh, how I would hate that life. To be stuck in a photograph. Watching the future, As you were stuck in the past. |
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