A picture doesn’t lie













A picture doesn’t lie
You did
But I captured the truth
Forever in black and white
The softest kiss upon my cheek
Your eyes closed
As you pulled me into you
And I’m smiling
Thinking this was our forever
You can go to your grave
Pretending we weren’t meant for each other
But I know the truth
Because I felt it with every kiss
And a picture doesn’t lie.

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