Picture Perfect Polaroid
With its glossy white frames
Memories are captured much to a match striking flame
Shutter and flashes
There’s a subtle burning of ashes
Everything is caught up in a blaze
The moments saturated on a little white page
As time passes
Those inferno, orange rays
Start to see their final days
What was once a mint condition memory
Fades out of vision, slowly forgotten
Unreliable
My Picture Perfect Polaroid’s are now captured without a camera
They are the thoughts in my brain, the feeling of pain, the joy of dancing in the rain
I rely on myself
I don’t depend on an object to bring light into my life
No match or picture frame.
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