Her eyes moved in the picure on the wall, she was watching me again. From the old memories of that snapped point in time when her smile wasn't a lie. Our eyes now meet when they will never meet for rel again, I die a little knowing this could be truth. How can love escape your grasp when you haven't even let loose your grip. Through that picture I can feel the pain, the instant sting of lost love that once was and can never be again. I cross the room trying to escape those eyes forever following my broken heart, taunting my shame with every breath. Her gaze making my memory attack me with painful traces of love that's has no end. I'm still lost in those eyes on the wall in her picture I can't seem to get rid of. I'm not tall enough yet to stand up and yank her off that wall, im sure that my picture isn't on her wall anymore, my eyes only long to see her picture on my wall. If I were to move her picture I may not see her at all, and that would be the end of those eyes haunting my hours with her beauty, opening the wounds that only her presence could heal, so her picture will stay on that wall until the paint was to peel off. She will wait there until that wall falls down around her so I can at least have those eyes, her eyes to follow me, when she loved me , when I made her smile. When those eyes were mine, the memories remain, till the end of days, until that picture on the wall is moved, her eyes will watch until I am no more only wishing to be in the sight of those eyes that know judge with no more love.