Sight for Sore Eyes - Martha

A moment of hesitation

Another minute staring at a screen

Like a painter that blushes at bodies, embarrassed

I don’t want to be seen

I’ll just pick at some Blu Tack

I may as well start with something small

But I’ve got a feeling that I’ll just be leaving the poster on my wall

A photograph is like an hourglass sometimes

I was confused and in a daze when I found you

Oh my God, you’re a sight for sore eyes

Some ironic pseudonym

Nothing left could save me

I was ready to give in

Oh my God, you’re a sight for sore eyes

Weathered, weary, brittle, blue

Light broke through the clouds

When I saw that it was you

You try to extinguish the heartache

I told you that I rarely go outside

Isabelle Eberhardt wouldn’t know where to start

I’ll just float out with the tide

When a month is a minute

We never have the time to say farewell

Is this what it means when you love and you leave

And the grief kicks in again?

A photograph is like an hourglass sometimes

I was confused and in a daze when I left you

Oh my God, you’re a sight for sore eyes

Some ironic pseudonym

Nothing left could save me

I was ready to give in

Oh my God, you’re a sight for sore eyes

Weathered, weary, brittle, blue

Light broke through the clouds

When I saw that it was really, truly you

Life goes on

I still see you in the images and stories

That still clutter every empty space

Upon these walls, inside my head

I’ll keep breathing till I’m out of breath

I wonder if you’ll hear me cry for help

A photograph is all I got till you get back

A photograph is all I got till you get back

A photograph is all I got till you get back (Got till you get back)

A photograph is all I got till you get back (Got till you get back)

A photograph is all I got till you get back (Got till you get back)

A photograph is all I got till you get, got till you get back

A photograph is all I got till you get back (Got till you get back)

A photograph is all I got till you get back (Got till you get back)