Overexposed

Always willing, my heart overexposed.

In his dark room, no one goes.

My pictures hang for all to see.

He locks his in and leaves them be.

I tell of how I captured these moments.

He hides away his secret components.

My photographs, 1,000 hues of blue.

If I could see his, I'm sure they are too.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The heart hold on to many things. The mind make the heart keep alive the photos good and bad alive. I like the way you made this poem work to make your point.
'My photographs, 1,000 hues of blue."
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Luke Ritta]

very good........liked this alot.