The Photograph

I hold the photograph in my hand
Alone in my room with an empty feeling.
A smile builds its way to my face,
Nearly cracking the stony skin.

The photograph is faded and old
But oh, how it vividly shows our love so true.
An aching feeling burns a hole in my heart.
I am determined to win you back.

We had barely begun before that day,
That day you were so viciously swept away.

I put the photograph down on the floor
And look into your real live face.
Despite all of the changes, the only thing
That I dare to see is that photograph.

Nothing has changed. No. Nothing at all.
You have not grown into a heartbreaking monster.
You are still a dream made real. Of course.
You are still that beautiful photograph I once knew.

I'm just too blind to see the truth, aren't I?
I open my eyes and see the real you.
I glance back at the photograph I once knew
And ripped it to pieces.

I will forget you.