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

[Jack...]

Perfect. This was just perfect. I love everything about it. The only thing I don't like is that I didn't write it. :) very, very cool my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

"I never got to say goodbye

Before you went away

My heart's become the picture frame

Where you will always stay"
A powerful write with some good lines...:)

[Michael G.]

The simplicity and the beauty of this doesn't compare to the profound feeling of such sadness conveyed. Written in a very honest open way. Well done, Whisk.

[Olivia Marie]

Absolutely amazing. Just perfectly beautiful. :)

[Corset]

That's simply beautiful, hindsight is always 20/20. well done Whisk :)