Smooth the plastic upon the picture, memories added to the book, disdainful smiles from the flash, all emotions that you took. A caption trapped in a moment, another page that you turn, on this sleeve stands my heart, a valuable lesson learned.
Pull the polaroid from it's shell, as a shaking memory appears, extracted love from the heart, clouded judgement full of fear. Plug up the cord from the hoist, pick myself up off the floor, start the rebuilding of these walls and the opening of new doors.
All these snapshots that your selling, like the dreams you promised me, everything envisioned on the surface, isn't always what it seems. Portraying your exemption from my life, holding a flashdrive of memories, a pictorial through shattered lens, no more living in misery.
As I slide the final portrait under plastic, discard upon the shelf, withdrawing myself from all the pictures, your better alone by yourself. Then the start of a brand new album, in my heart you finish last, smooth the plastic over your picture, leaving your memory in the past. K.L.W
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