Perfect .

What a perfect picture,
Light gleams of f the glass fixture.
And for a split second in time,
It doesn’t feel like such a crime.
The smallest teardrop stains my dress.
All the sudden I confess.
I tell you what I’m feeling,
My head spinning round and reeling.
I tell you and I run,
In fear that life will come undone.
And when I finally stop, I see
You’ve come after me.
I wish I could keep that smile-
Just stay there for a while.
But it’s time to move along, to build
Till every space and void is filled.
Who should go, and what should stay?
Doesn’t always work that way.
So, you see, it’s not worth choosing.
Either way, you end up losing.