She takes pictures To capture moments of time Fragments of her life That fade with time She takes photographs of everyone She loves knowing They will age And wither away Striving to keep them alive Blinded by truth Truth is blind itself Sleeping with her camera To never miss a moment The flashes are her life Bright and photogenic Hair made of negatives Lips made of memories Eyes drowned with pain Tears made of chemicals That have developed over time Everything has died Overexposig her fragile heart Poisonous pain Addicting and deceiving All the pictures of them |