It is a white day
As the color of its lies
And slowly is the truth
Which I realize

Never take
Pictures too fast
Soon they become
A memory that pains

A painting
Full of emotions
And its colors
Disappear

A book that usually
Makes you laugh
Will cause you
To burst in tears

And to feel alone
Is better to be loved
Cause you have the option
To be loved by all

I smile all the way
When I look at you
And then I see
All the faces
Of the other people
Who look at you in a picture