Picture Perfect PastA Poem by Kaitlyn Raiford
Such a pretty, perfect picture-
Made home in a cracked frame. The smiles are wearing down- The faces there tend to change. Once with a bright shimmer- Their eyes used to glow. But slowly they've turned dull- Colder than the snow. No one has set eyes- No finger to touch it's glass. The owners have moved on since then- Left it in the past.
© 2014 Kaitlyn Raiford |
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Added on November 3, 2014 Last Updated on November 7, 2014 Author
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