Framed Happiness🥀

FRAMED HAPPINESS 🥀

How tragic it is,

when the happy faces 

in the photograph,

is all that is left 

in the end.

How those eyes,

which used to light up, 

at the thought of you, 

have no tears left to cry anymore.

How you're only alive, 

in my memories,

and in my heart.

How the once happy faces,

which used to glow up in your presence,

have been upset for too long.

How those promises of forever,

have now turned to dust.

It's often said, 

that sadness is short-lived, 

but so is happiness,

and in the end, 

all that is left, 

are the fragments of our memories,

those frames hanging on the walls,

and the thought of you,

reminding us,

again and again,

that human life is transient,

and we're all puppets, 

in the hands of time.