artificial lights shine on artificial smiles
you gave me memories hidden in a photograph
is it a curse or a cure?
yellowed edges, like the sun
a photograph tainted with happiness
if I could paint it with my blues I would
plastic selves placed on a plastic shelf
I kept your photograph high above my reach
so even if I stand on my toes I won't touch you
if I had enough strength I would hide it
blanket it between dead roses and dying dreams
but maybe I don't want to
I'll save the photograph for now
watch our framed happy times gather dust
keep it as proof that I kept my vow
that I loved you the most
despite not loving you first
