I have your picture on my wall.
On the center of the hall.

Held there by an old rusted nail...
A reminder of my heart's once captivated jail.

Yes there hangs your picture on my wall...
There it hangs on a moment and never falls.

You are smiling...
With a look defining...
A love simply compiling...
Into a poem worth not denying.

So there hangs your picture on my wall...
Always been there even before all came to a stall.

Of you and your memories that is all that remains...
It's just there with no giving or absolute gains.

Your picture is just on my wall...
Even after your heart breaking call.

Saying it won't last...
Forget the past...
Moments move too fast...
Love has finally ran out of gas.

This place was abandon years ago...
But the reason no one but us knows...
And the mark of the nail once there still glows.

Your picture...
Your very picture...
Your only picture.

On the wall...
That very wall...
Just the same wall.

I still have...
Your picture...
On my wall.