Picture (pt. 8)

by Neme juste un jouet   May 23, 2007


I loved the pictures
That hung on my wall
I don't remember why though
Each day once we buried that boy
One more would fade
And I'd forget
What was there
Before
And what was meant by
pictures that remained
And I could
Swear
I heard Angels Say
"Let me go
Don't hold onto me like I held Kale
Let me go doll, let me go
with this picture gone
You'll be safe
I know"

I lie here now, all
Pictures gone
Image of an angel passed
"It is best you forget
It is best you forget
So you may live"
You whispered here
But you don't know that I remember one thing
Who ever you are
I love you
and save me a place...

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