Beneath I knew that it was coming,
A shade of tinted glass blinded me to see,
Until it was photographed,
That was when I was struck to believe.
Not once, not twice, but altogether,
In repetition.
I have made the same sound,
I have welled up many times before,
Crazy I, was painted all the time,
Until it was photographed,
And I knew I had to believe.
Everyday I watch,
Waiting for the painful part to be over,
No longer would I,
Let myself be blind.
Yet I always end up doing the same thing not just twice.
Until it was photographed,
It is now I stood to believe.
SL- 18th June 2010