I Wish I Had a Picture of You Weeping by RMatheson

Sep 16

I fade like an old Polaroid,
only phantoms remain of that time.

And I hang here,
dying like fruit
on the Hangman's Tree,
wishing I were you,
and wishing I were you,
and wishing I were you.

Written by

RMatheson Beating tired bones

(Beating tired bones)

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