Pictures of the past
Our lives frozen on canvas
Remembering happier, more successful days
Or perhaps that is what we would like to see
Or remember, not the pain and chaos
The harsh brutality of immaturity and temper
What ugliness of the soul, cruel in retrospect
Not that the desire to show love was any less
Not that there was an effort to deceive
But in the long run, it didn’t change the damage
Done to gentle hearts.
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