pictures only hold so muchA Poem by wThe mind is a fragile thing and everything you do effects it, remember that if you can.
I tried to hold on to you,
but my mind let you slip from my memories and now all I have are pictures of a woman I don’t remember and barely recognize. You see, in my hands I hold nothing because nothing is what I am left with without you and I wish I could still recall your lips on mine, your body pressed close, or how it felt to hold your hand in my own, but I can’t and I never will, but the pictures tell a story that I wish I remembered because I know that you meant something to me and I know I meant something to you. I know you were mine and I was happy to be yours. I just wish pictures held more than images and I wish minds held more than holes. © 2013 wReviews
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6 Reviews Added on February 4, 2013 Last Updated on February 4, 2013 AuthorwCincinnati, OHAboutI climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade. I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..Writing
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