A Photograph Of You

What good is a photograph of you

Everytime I look at it

It makes me feel blue

What use is a souvenir

Of something we once had

When all it ever does is

Make me feel bad

I wish I could tear it up

But then again I haven't the guts

I wish I could throw it on the fire

I wish I could

But to say I would

I'd be a liar

What good is a colour print

Of a little baby doll

When just one little glance

Is enough to make me feel dull

I hoped I would misplace it

But then I take such good care of it

I wish it would disappear

I say I wish

But then I relish

It being here