Short Story Picture Book

The trouble with these days Is they go by far too quick. Spending time, wasting time And the days I don’t waste

Carving lines that will Be washed away Forgetting all of the paths that we traced When the morning

Do you hear the trouble of spring? It leaves me restless in the middle of the night I can’t think about

If you miss the morning I will remind you of all moments you slept through And we could watch the day fall of the

When the night ends The sun will be so much more In the eyes of the sleep deprived I cannot understand

Amber light Hot hues that coat us in gold The day coated in rose tinted sweet Pill to swallow Isn’t it

Crack glass And let the water Spill and flow Translucent as thought And as impossible to catch

Soft rose petal cheeks Desire to be daring Linger behind Brimming but not being seen Steel grey eyes and

Did the sun stop The air got cold So suddenly There was no warning The world bites down Blood

Shutter clicks And captures us still Framing people Ones who we’ll never be again Forgetting who

Sunflowers painted On my skin. The flower with Scratching leaves Feathered heart Facing down towards the

A way of being scared no longer This time it might Just last The night boils Like a photograph Left