a broken photoframe, in pieces on the floor
and a black and white picture, faded.
it's winter now, the snow comes down slowly,
and while the sun fights to shine
my scars from last winter still bleed.
If there is one thing I've learned,
it would be never to judge a book by it's cover.
No matter how pretty it is.
You made me realise that.
I try to look outside by even my vision is blurry,
the birds won't sing for me anymore.
This picture, this memory, this piece of a lost love story,
this is how I want to remember you.
A loving, caring and charming man.
And even tho I really try to forget the mess you left me with,
my last look at you just wont leave my sight.
The dark winter nights are the worst.
I lie in bed, cold and frozen, longing for your warmth.
There is only one star up in the sky tonight, the brightest one I've ever seen.
And while I say my last goodnight to you, the snow melts away from my window,
and the photo just doesn't seem so sad anymore.
I finally see a bright winter sky.
(This is not one of my best poems, but it is the most personal I've ever written)