Saw your picture hanging there
The one you said was posed all wrong
There was a time I'd take it down
study all the angles
the expression
the subtle facial features
Now all the photos may as well be burned.
There is nothing like the past
To keep you awake all night
To keep you humming a horrible song
To keep you walking backwards
broken arms swaying
How will you hold anyone again?
Once there was a girl with no limbs at all
100% dependent on her keeper
But that turned out to be a dream
As all fantasies are
Who will take her whole?
Who will love her now?