Picture Frame
Blue light fades on a cracked wall,
as the sun is setting outside
with the colors of yellow,
crimson, and gold;
cigarette smoke fills the room
spreading melancholy.
There is a picture
of you in a patina frame,
your angelic smile in contrast
to the mischief in your eyes.
If I didn’t meet you that day,
would you love someone else
in the same way you loved me
for a while?
Sanity lies behind this sundown.
Call me, speak to me, love me.
Our love will never forgive you,
it will never forget me.
Cigarette smoke, melancholy.
Golden light is inside you,
sun is burning inside me,
and yet we made rain.
It was supposed to be you and me,
it was supposed to be us against them,
it was supposed to be.
Why did you have to invite him.
It’s alright, now, you are just
a picture in a patina frame,
fading out in this golden sunlight.
as the sun is setting outside
with the colors of yellow,
crimson, and gold;
cigarette smoke fills the room
spreading melancholy.
There is a picture
of you in a patina frame,
your angelic smile in contrast
to the mischief in your eyes.
If I didn’t meet you that day,
would you love someone else
in the same way you loved me
for a while?
Sanity lies behind this sundown.
Call me, speak to me, love me.
Our love will never forgive you,
it will never forget me.
Cigarette smoke, melancholy.
Golden light is inside you,
sun is burning inside me,
and yet we made rain.
It was supposed to be you and me,
it was supposed to be us against them,
it was supposed to be.
Why did you have to invite him.
It’s alright, now, you are just
a picture in a patina frame,
fading out in this golden sunlight.