Say 'cheese'.
One... two... three...
Shoot. Smile at the camera.
Keep it different. Don't be afraid.
One careless laugh. A little sparkle in those deep forest eyes.
Say 'cheese'.
Four... five... six...
Aren't you tired of the same old faces? But the ones you used to visit are the ones you miss the most.
Senseless cycle of nostalgia.
The present is too old and out of fashion.
The past is where you long to be right now.
Say 'cheese'.
Seven... eight... nine...
Isn't it too sunny? Where is the rainy disposition of November these years?
Those endless marathons in a cropfield under the rain.
Where is your partner anyway?
Drowning in some sort of romance, probably.
Or whiskey.
Most likely this latest one.
Say 'cheese'.
Ten... eleven... twelve...
You don't keep in touch anymore.
Lost between translations of your own self.
What if they care about your whereabouts?
What if they miss you?
Say 'cheese'.
Stop.
Shrug it off.
We'll call you later.
You were never meant to be a model anyway.
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A Part of Everyone || Wattys 2019
Poetry| Prose Poetry | 1st Place in The Butterfly Awards 🦋 | 1st Place in Piggyback Summer Awards 🌺 | 2nd Place in Blue Rose Awards 🌹| 2nd Place in The Rose Awards 🥀 | Honorable Mention in JeDi Awards 🦊 | Honorable Mention in The Golden Awards ⚡| Hon...
