Her
picture hangs on the wall
While
leaves of autumn fall –
Thoughts
of her bring tears,
As
I look back over the years –
Then
I saw frost on the ground,
As
another tear streams down!
I
think of regrets, and how it starts,
And
all the times I’ve fell apart –
But
today is a new day . . .
And
then my soul begins to pray!
I
must let it all go, and then –
Tomorrow
it will all start again!
Her
eyes in the picture follow me,
And
her memory won’t let me be –
They
say love is like a piece of art
A
painting made to break a heart –
I
would run, but I asked where?
She
was the only one that cared!
Thomas
Theophilus© July 7, 2025
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