Picture Frames

by rachel   Jan 4, 2005


Quiet and peaceful, they stand along side my bed
On the shelves they sit, next to all the books I’ve read
They were there to protect me and always to remind
The faces that were inside, were always sweet and kind
I held them when I cried, to try to wish away the pain
They made me happy and took away the stains

One is quite childish, with those stars and that moon
Whenever I looked at it, I knew I would see you soon
A little star above, it stuck out on the top
Whenever tears would fall, all the crying it would stop
Inside there was my love, everything it did contain
Like a little kid, this one wasn’t at all plain

The next was larger in its size, it had the shape of a heart
I looked closely inside, whenever we were far apart
smiles it brought to my face, it reminded me of what’s true
The truth it held inside, it was always and never you
Not a very pretty color, but I thought it was just right
Those tears I said I cried, this is what I held onto tight

And finally the last, it was the biggest of them all
It had an old and roughed up look, I held it when I would fall
Little cords around it, I loved the way it did look
This one too like the others, all the pain I felt it took
But the way it looked was not of that much importance
inside you'll see it was worth much more than pence

They’re still next to my bed, along side they stand
the pictures inside changed, because of your demand
Now there’s nothing inside, they sit empty next to my bed
What's inside is different, because of those things said
I hope someday later, there'll be another one who tames
And the one that I love, will be inside those picture frames

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