SUBJECTIVE FRAMES
I sit here anxious with grief for what my picture was supposed to be.
Gazing. . .
all I see is me alone,
drifting aimlessly.
The smile I give is pure,
although it may come across as unsure.
There is another blueprint set side by side,
your beaming lips matching mine.
I took you into my heart love
and never will you part
even if the picture fades
&
chips away
chips away
telling time through my weary smiles
&
tarnished frames.
Joy M.
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