Faded photographs, dust covered pictures
Tears of happiness
Tears of joy
Tears of tearing apart
And the hurt of innocence
All bundled here together
Safe of de-fragmented memory
The hairs on my arms
Tell a softer story; stroked
By all of those who I have loved
And those who have loved me
For now it is our own skin
That paints the richer pictures
That tells the fairer story
That lives, to give a longer life
This poem was left on the cutting room floor when Embroidered Cadillac - Love in Tennyson County was edited, for the final cut got to smashwords by clicking her
