Intro : The number of poems i wrote in 2012 can be counted on hands , I'm posting this here now because there's a very very tiny probability that the one i wrote the poem to would read it.
Your Picture
I'm not tired of looking at your picture,
Not tired of seeing that sparkle in your eyes,
Lighting the dark sides of the screen of life.
For you, I'll start a journey to the center of hell
to be washed away by your heaven for one day.
I'm not tired of looking at your picture everyday
But i just hate how it feels when i start to see
That you're not looking back at me
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