Pictures

Remaining in our seats

we declare war of affairs unknown

if bliss was a drug,

it would end in a massacre of efforts on every front,

obliterate all memories from you

Of mine, of Christmas lights, of happiness and lastly pain.

I forgot to burn pictures,

lying about loosing it,

through my teeth I say,

through me what you see 

you don't like.

Pictures prepare a perfect ploy,

let me live-

disgraceful death can lead to a mass disagreement of souls,

i would rather you believe in the tales.

Little did we salvage towards our own sanities,

intact in museums of memories dedicated to lives unlived,

to the could have been,

to the worn out shoes of kids now sitting unworn,

painful pictures portraying the past you never talk about,

ruminating in their own truths

they are shouting it out.

Pictures retain remains of untold accounts,

once me twice you and third is a charm to the cruel world,

hang in there,

like a dream catcher on windows of historians,

maybe for once the truth will be told.