The Picture Frame

I borrowed your old picture 

I just couldn't help myself

I picked you up and dusted you off

From high upon my shelf

I told you how much I miss you

I know you had to leave

While talking to your photograph

A memory finds my sleeve

Your eyes still hold me hostage

The way they used to do

And I still see a little of me

Each time I look at you

We couldn't have known forever

Would only mean ten years

Another memory finds my sleeve

Then slowly disappears

I never got to say goodbye

Before you went away

My heart's become the picture frame

Where you will always stay

Reviews

[Trixolomanea]

An amazing piece of art! Really amazing choice of words and rhythm. I really loved the third stanza, that one really captured me. Great job! :)

[Annabelle Lee]

Oh, I loved this one, Whisk, amazing

[RachelReaper]

I love the rhythmic flow you create for each poem, it's really fitting to each one and captivates the reader. Are you already published? If not, you should be.

[allie_arrowz]

this is beautiful. you create a perfect scene for the reader to picture in their minds. each stanza has a strong purpose in the poem and each helps to make the reader more emotionally involved with the piece. you take such strong emotion and simplify into an easy to connect way. "my heart's become the picture frame" great line.

[just is]

touching read, nicely done

[Brianna Brie]

Wow...touching! It has a smooth flow and a really strong ending. Lovely.

[Maan]

Poem represents really nice picture of the decency and quietness of love, that just stays inside the heart and never leaves.

My heart's become the picture frame
Where you will always stay

Beautiful end. Lovely poem. .