Pictures Poem by Alexander Foald

Like the old stories painted on the window
We’ve been looking through but we never noticed
The cold weather outside can grab your coat and scarf
But the flowers always grow, and eventually die

Your tears I’ve been searching for the whole time
They fall with no mercy to what we feel right now
Upon the face that pouts over the grin of storm
It might be best if we able to recognize each other

And this fight won’t end until tomorrow
And I just wanted to make you happy
It’s just things don’t come easy sometimes
And everything will fall back the way we used to end it