I was looking at a picture on the mantle
With a simple brown frame
Near one of those candles
It was focused on you
Working with fire, but nothing you couldn't handle
You looked so happy
Doing something you really enjoyed
And I couldn't help but notice
you don't smile like that anymore
What changed?
Who changed it?
Who left?
What happened?
Why don't you smile like that anymore?
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoetryJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
