I burned our old photographs
and it fell down like dried leaves
in the autumn.
The classic gallery of our love
that was once fascinating
became a graceless one.
The once pristine walls
and spotless corners
are now filthy and dark.
The perfectly carved frames
and perfect shots
became dull and lifeless.
You left me, knowing that
I won’t survive alone
inside these dirty walls.
Picture me in your mind
and you’ll see the saddest photo
there will ever be.
Her mind creates words like wilted flowers and whenever her spring is coming, these words bloom into a magical garden that calms tired minds and broken hearts.
More!!! Great work! 🙂