Etchings
I think you once had a picture of me
done up beautifully in perfect Ohio Art.
You would gaze at me and caress it
with simple adoration. But every time
you moved it the image blurred a
little more until one day I was
indiscernable from the gray black
scheme of colorless imitation.
You finally turned me
upside down and I was gone.
The day we met you were etched on my soul.
Where you will always live as bright
and alive as that very first day
James Mathew Simmons
done up beautifully in perfect Ohio Art.
You would gaze at me and caress it
with simple adoration. But every time
you moved it the image blurred a
little more until one day I was
indiscernable from the gray black
scheme of colorless imitation.
You finally turned me
upside down and I was gone.
The day we met you were etched on my soul.
Where you will always live as bright
and alive as that very first day
James Mathew Simmons
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