Picture

making me pink,

that's how i feel

as i see the image's color,

i broke the depths of sorrow.

i'm laying down on my bed,

i'm looking at my wallet instead

and have a picture and say,

"how many poems to make you stay?"

in times when i look at the picture,

it makes me count the days,

that's how i miss this only creature,

and she's got a technicolor face.

i'm holding it while writing

i'm feeling falling.

but it's no surprise,

'coz i ____ her. it's not a lie.

as i leave the picture behind,

i pretended that's it's on my mind

but i go back, hold it and say

"in all the pictures there's only

one that makes me stay."

its eyes view,

makes me brighten the blue

and makes me feel the stellar moment.

it's when i like at a picture of you.