Blind

 

This camera is my best friend,

It will never be used,

Until the next time we meet again.

 

I can see the tears in your eyes,

And the pain in your heart.

I can feel the hurt behind my lies,

And the sorrow was never my favorite part.

 

Photographs are a sweet reminder of the past,

As they bring smiles along.

Still frames adorned with memories,

Unharmed, regardless of what went wrong.

 

Pictures are my eyes.

Pictures make me true.

Proof of times that went right,

Proof of times when I had you.

 

What happened to the sweetheart that kept me in line?

What happened to brown-eyed girl that said she was mine?

What happened to the girl that with a smile turned my day fine?

Where did she go?

 

She never left, I was just blind.

Reviews

[Janyce Helen Van Es]

This is more like lyrics to a song. One problem I see is that it seems that the last line rhymes but doesn't really fit the rest of the poem. It is inferred that the girl in the picture is gone then the remark at the end says shes not. ??? Maybe it's late and I don't click, haha.