Me, In the Frame
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I lost me somewhere in the map of my life,
yes, I still have the same ivory skin;
lips of cherry pink stained,
but there is more pain in my eyes reflected.
I feel that I could reach out and touch,
the girl in the frame;
brush my finger on her flawless skin and hair,
I want to hold her to my heart;
tell her that I love her and miss her,
to keep me always this girl in the frame;
but the wheels of time grind on and on.
And with not a care,
for aura's that years decay;
I am not the girl in the frame now,
and I wish to turn back the clock of time.
And find this girl in the frame,
that was me once upon a time;
bring her to the here and now and be her,
but, she only dwells in memories floating;
and in a black wood frame.
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September 27, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Me, In The Frame
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1090-207-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, Early Dec. 2018 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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