PICTURES OFF THE WALL TO FALL

Written by: jeffry cohan

    A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss

I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings 
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame

I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one

I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire

You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown 
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
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