NO WALL TO HANG MY PICTURE
by julitaMay 6th, 2009 at 6:42 AM
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The uncertainty of time clutching at what is there My days are not full of you but only when I can There are no happy faces just sadness and torment The pair of eyes looking at me have seen and done more than I have and she's only a child Her precious hands held a tool that determines my life There were no clicking of cameras to capture the moment But only my eyes and my mind that would forever replay that scene No wall to hang my picture |
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Anonymous on May 7th, 2009 at 12:01 AM
My days are not full of you
but only when I can
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Anonymous.