The Photograph

They say that the time never stops

But didn’t they tell you that I can even stop drops?

It’s me, the photograph, who’ll hold you

Till the time it gets better, even if the time flew

People say that I’m just a copy, just an ‘it’

But I’m capable of holding moments, making everything lit

I’ll make you remember those spring birds

I’ll make you cherish flowers of what you’ve heard

I’ll make you cry by those gestures so small

I’ll make you wonder by those abstracts you call

And I’ll make you feel a thing called love

And a thing called memory

And a thing called home

Cause it’s me, the photograph, who’ll hold you

Till the time it gets better, even if the time flew


18 Jan. 17

21:57

Smit

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