There was an old photograph,
In a frame hang on the wall,
Curiosity running to someone vains,
Eager to know who she is.
A girl with her purest smile,
You could never tell if it's fake,
With a innocent eyes,
You would never know if it has stain.
She's pretty like a sun,
Shinning bright to the crowd,
A wavy hair like a ocean wave,
To smooth to touch.
With a nose not so pointed,
With a brownish eyes like a cat,
Not showy pimples no one can see,
A bit oily skin.
She's holding a camera,
Making a remembrance,
A photograph of her,
It makes her alive.
Cause she's dead,
With that prefect picture of her,
All those beautiful compliments,
Engrave to her coffin.
I know how she buried it,
I know how's she despise herself,
No one never knows the story behind,
How she make herself perfect to everyone.
I know it all cause it was me, the girl in old photograph.
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Minyu's Diary Of Poems (ON HOLD)
RandomMinyu's Diary of Poems (Collection of Poems) is written by a girl named Minuette Moriarty. These poems are written using her thoughts, feelings, and experiences in everyday life.
