Poems from smileybutterflyy
Twenty photos taken
Ten are deleted
Five are retaken
Ten show the camera’s reflection on my glasses
The other five look hideous:
My baby...
We walk down the hallways and streets
Looking at the others around us
We see a multitude of people
And make a snap judgment about each...
When I fall, some might see a failed attempt,
But that’s not what I think.
I know how not to do it
And so I try again
And again and again...