The light is burning your right cheek Your lips are not smiling Your hair is medium short A part of your left eye is showing And I endlessly look at you Trying to forget how your skin felt How your lips read a play for me How I played with your hair till you fell asleep And how I looked into your eyes endlessly and smiled Because my pupil couldn't handle my perception of your beauty
This photo of you is my daily dose Of getting over you
- LynnAA
I saw the photo. I wrote the poem. You removed the photo.