Photograph

Sometimes I wish I could go back,

to the girl I was in the photograph.

The one of me standing on the beach,

the wind in my hair,

or the one of me in the sunflowers,

smiling as they surrounded me.

back to the photo that was taken,

before innocence was lost.

before love slipped away.

I think about what I’d do, if I could.

would I go back and change? would I make the same mistakes?

I’ll never know the answers.

I was innocent then,

but I was also scared, unsure.

I’m stronger today,

but now my heart is heavy.

I’m still not sure which I’d rather be.

-LR

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