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 lessons learned.
Pull the polaroid from its shell, as a shaking memory appears, extracted love from the heart, clouded judgment placed with fear. Plug up the cord of the hoist, pick myself up off the floor, start the rebuilding of these walls, the opening of new doors.
All these snapshots that your selling, like the dreams you've promised me, everything envisioned on the surface, isnt always what it seems, Portraying your exemption from my life, keeping a flash drive of memory, a pictorial through shattered lens, no more living life in misery.
As I slide the final portrait under plastic, discard the album upon the shelf, withdrawing myself from the pictures, your better alone by yourself. Then I start a brand new album, in my heart you finish last, smooth the plastic over your picture, leaving your memory in the past. veeplee1
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