• Poetry

    Our Crooked Picture

    I’m in love with the picture of who we once wereAnd who I thought we could beLooking at us nowI can tell it was all a fantasy Maybe I was drunk on emotionAnd sailing on the clouds of euphoriaHigh enough to flyAnd crash just as hard Maybe it wasn’t all a lieAnd I blinded myself against the truthMaybe it was the wineAnd the naivete of my youth Maybe it was your smileAnd the promise of something moreThe way you said all the right things And broke down my walls Either way, we made something beautifulOr at least I thought we didBecause no matter how hard I look nowIt just doesn’t…