Photos age and wear out
The image it carried lives
In my mind and fragrances
Bring them from the depth
Of my past to the shallow
Where my conscience
Tries drowns them back
Down the drink
Photos tell a thousand
Words but my lips only remember three words
Slipping out of my mouth
My trembling hands want to clasp yours buy my fingers clinched I make war with
Hands not peace
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
Photos age and wear out
The image it carried lives
In my mind and fragrances
Bring them from the depth
Of my past to the shallow
Where my conscience
Tries drowns them back
Down the drink
Photos tell a thousand
Words but my lips only remember three words
Slipping out of my mouth
My trembling hands want to clasp yours buy my fingers clinched I make war with
Hands not peace