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Your Picture
Your picture hangs next to his
Up on the wall
And now it's just like
It never hurt at all
Cause, now'didn't you know?
You can't feel a thing
When your heart's made of stone
And when a heart made of ice
Has been melted again
It just turns to stone
The next time it's broken
Didn't know that, did you?
Would you have left if you had?
This is the part where I bring it together
Understanding all I have loved just to lose
Separate all of the 'maybes' from 'nevers'
And then wave goodbye to you
Cause two pictures hang on the wall
And someday they'll fall
And the glass will break
But those pictures will hang on the wall
And I'll wait though it all
For as long as it takes
Because I love those two pictures
In just the same way I loved you.
Your picture, hangs next to hers
Up on the wall
And now it's just like
It never hurt at all
Come on'didn't you know?
You can't feel a thing
When you're all alone
And when you lose your best friend
And then fall in love
Just to lose it again
You can't get it back, no
Didn't know that, did you?
Would you have left if you had?
Yeah, I know this is a song about two best friends
And two loves that this heart just lost again
Does that seem strange? That the words I wrote
Keep on insisting that I love you both?
Your picture's still hanging
Up on the wall
And now it's just like
It never stopped hurting at all...
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| Hmm. Interesting. Thematically, this is a lot like a poem I wrote recently. Pictures can say so much, and remind us of so much. Today, we take pictures of everything and it can be harder to get away from the past when the photos will bring it back to us so readily. |
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| I love this poem. The repetition really pushes your point and makes this an even more passionate piece. Awesome job. |
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Comment by: Cherley - 2007-01-13 12:58
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| This is such a sad poem. It's so hard to lose the ones you love. |
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