Just Another Tintype For A Heart Of Gold.
Just another tintype for my heart of gold.
Time tunnelled backwards
when you said goodbye,
all the warm memories
turned to frozen smiles,
polaroids became
polar androids
frozen images
in robotic poses,
meaning so little
to me now.
You looked different
in my scrapbook
scrap became a much
more appropriate word,
less the s of course
so I held them up,
realizing I had been framed
in the flash of
a bad realtionship
blinded by it's brightness
never seeing the real you.
The you-ser