by Nicodeme Myrtil

Created on: August 17, 2009   Last Updated: August 18, 2009

Picture a sad rainy day, without an ounce of dew.

Think of a person you know, that holds no clues.

Now think of yourself, as a Saturday night lonely fool.

You say to yourself, "I'm not scared of lions, tigers and bears",

But the truth is gone, like a whisper of silence, fires and stares.

It's like looking into a mirror, and seeing, violence, problems and fears.

You reboot yourself,

Only to return to the drama of college, and being tired,

So it bears.

But truth is no one cares.

No one speaks a word,

No one dares!

At this point, you see everything in a different perspective.

You've been affected!

Like the giver,

You give up all of your transgressions,

Just to see a perfect picture.

But your idea of perfection has no transition.

So you lose, only to see your picture fly to another dimension.

A Black hole for the essence of love,

And White gold for the perceptions of hugs,

Can leave a person distraught and emotionally plugged.

So before you know it, you'll be done.

You find yourself writing your thoughts of food.

Putting your all on paper, and titling it as

My Picture Blues.

Peace

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