Looking at the picture,
I see my past.
It sometimes surprises me
How long it did last.
I see the person that I once was
but yet still am.
Like I went back in time
And started again.
The Smiles and laughs,
the tears and the pain
Nothing has changed,
It all remains the same.
I see the smile on my face,
brought purely from his embrace.
He holds me tight, never does let go
And in my eyes it does show.
To feel his touch upon my skin,
to my face it brings a grin.
Still surprised about how long it did last.
In my picture I see my past
We had to do this assignment in english class.
we had to write a poem about a picture of us from our past.
I choose the one of me and my boyfriend from like 2 and a half years ago..
We had to write about being that person again, remembering being that person, and the physicals of the picture..
this is what i did.
