When Pictures Grow Older Poem by darlric john lotik

I can grow with tears
Falling from deepest eyes,
Looking photographs in freeze
Stand by myself and face my lies

I will hold on even I'm hurt
I love her so much with my whole heart
Not giving her, just for a flirt
Without memories, even with quarrel

I look at pictures of her
Crying, loving with sorrow
With all my sadness inside
Letting myself die, with her not knowing

At midnight, waiting for the dawn
Look down a dream
Soul of myself is wandering, Haste then the other
Love her, till pictures grow older







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