A Picture of You

Everyday I think of your face,
Worrying if you’re sad, happy..
Imagining the day you are miss,
I seldom grace your so called beauty…

I open my own diary.
Suddenly, your pictures caught me..
Your face, your smile, killing me softly.
Remembering things we used to be…

Reading your notes seems funny,
but makes me feel I was empty.
Tears began to fall, flows heavily.
For how long will I have to carry?

Picture of you, I didn’t lost.
Keeping it hanging on my wall..
You are important that’s why I post.
Completing my masterpiece at all…

I’m writing this thing with safety.
For you to know I’m not angry..
Thinking of me that I was crazy…
Why do I have to cry, pictures?

I tried to console everything.
Deeply hurt, don’t know where going..
I think my heart is slowly dying.
It beats faster even I’m crying…

Now, I have to lay on my bed.
Thinking about this wonderful past,
Singing all my heartaches in the field.
Not forgetting your pictures laid rest…