A Picture In A Frame (Acrostic)

All the times I've seen you, my heart can't help but race,

Pain still exists, when I look at your beautiful face.
Instantly destroying all of the feelings I have for you,
Calling out your name, wishing you loved me too.
Torture still remains, but you never really cared,
Unable to go on with my life, knowing you won't be there.
Remnants of this broken heart, they will last an eternity,
Every time my eyes meet yours, I know you don't love me.

Insanity is all that remains, just wishing it would end,
Not knowing where I should start, or where to begin.

A picture in a frame, is all I have left of those days

Frozen through time, is all the beauty that it portrays
Reality starts to kicks in, and I can finally realize,
All the pain I've been through, there's no more goodbyes.
More that I realize this, the more I feel the same,
Every time that I look at her picture in a frame.

Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.

Bryan Hunt © 2007