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.