Photograph

Who knew our love would be deathly a tragedy. In the beginning you told me you would always care. Here I am by myself and blinded by tears in a fetal position. I must be sleeping in a dream our love a particle in the wind. Got me questioning my sanity our love only a photograph. I call out for you no answer got me screaming your name no one can hear me. Am I alive cause this pain has me wishing for death. I must be dead I can't catch my breath. Photograph of a tragic love still hangs on the bedroom wall.