In your memory
I hold the gun to my temple,
smothered by my thoughts,
and go out with a bang.
A photograph
Imperfection seeping through
pixilated glamour.
To be described as beautiful
only by those who remeber.
Wings self-destruct
Like the lungs of a smoker,
A rose falls with a friend
only those who betrayed her.
Your photograph
In your memory
I hold the lighter to my body,
showered in gasoline,
and go up in flames.
♥ What's The Damage ?
Comments
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Wow! This is quite powerful yet you manage to make it beautiful. Great Job!!
♥ meg


