The pictures on the wall
Memories frozen in time
Slowly fades away
Like a missed note, or unsung line
A symphony of souls
Ripped apart with that one call
Nine words to this day
Resound within my all
Those promises you made
The pictures your words would paint
Filled my dreams with colour
Hope didn't seem so faint
But suddenly, without warning
You pulled the carpet from where I stood
So I dream in black and white
For colour is no good
By Charlene Flanagan
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