A Camera Obscura
you view the world through your very own lens
with a picture of you and me that could never develop in your dark room.
and you'll never see the world for what it is
when you're always focused on the negatives.
we couldn't keep the pose we held before the flash,
then we started to lose focus- things were moving too fast.
and now you missed your shot,
the memories obscured
in your search for picture perfect- the images blurred.
and now the frame will remain vacant-
waiting patiently
as it longs for that picture perfect enough to fill it's vacancy
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