My glorious silent pictures
Standing tall in their frames,
Both mine and your face’s
Nobody knows our names.
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School days and loving
A special embrace,
Heartache and tears
They all have a place.
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Every picture is special
A perfect reminder of time,
Times when we were happy
Times when you were mine.
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Those days are all over
Taking the love we enjoyed,
We did nothing to face it
In fact we did all to avoid.
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We knew things were hard
But we pushed it away,
Buried our heads in the sand
With nothing to say.
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If only we’d worked together
Thought about what we knew,
If only we’d then realised
We may have fought through.
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We know now love is a treasure
Far too rare to let slip by,
If our love was worth having
Then we both should have tried.
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I treasure my silent pictures
They remind me of all I lost,
The feelings they raise
Are well worth the cost.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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