Light fading from my frame
attention falls from the picture i hold
dust gathers around my corners,
detroying what i once called new
Almost non-visible i remain
trapped by the four corners i call my frame
kept only to be forgotten
time is calling my name
Always will i be reminded,
nothing lasts forever?
A picture, once so new and beautiful
now lost with every glance
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 11:46 PM UTC
Light fading from my frame
attention falls from the picture i hold
dust gathers around my corners,
detroying what i once called new
Almost non-visible i remain
trapped by the four corners i call my frame
kept only to be forgotten
time is calling my name
Always will i be reminded,
nothing lasts forever?
A picture, once so new and beautiful
now lost with every glance
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