I stare at your face for hours
Waiting to see some emotion
Waiting for you to break into that cute smile
I keep looking at your eyes
Waiting to find an answer
Waiting for you to drop the guard
I keep looking at your hands
Waiting for them to hold mine
So that mine are no more deathly cold
But of course, none of it happens
I just sit and wait
Coz pictures don’t smile,
Eyes don’t warm up in pictures
Hands in the picture hold no hands.
But I’m still glad, that I have your picture.