High On My Shelf

Your picture sits high on a shelf out of daily sight out of daily thoughts every now and then I pass it and look up I stop to think, of times long ago back when things were alright and you were my world. It seems as though daily life has gotten in the way everything just becomes a blur. Maybe I try to hard to make something out of nothing maybe that’s why you are high on this shelf or maybe just maybe I put it up so high to know I can never reach it pull it down, and try and clean it clean up the past and right the future for maybe just maybe I like you high on this shelf