You won’t take a picture with me.
You’re afraid to preserve our memory.
In case of a jam.
Traffic or Printer.
Stuck in a windy womanizing winter.
You’re scared of the Kodak.
But not the contact
after the cognac.
As if you’d rather make your last stand
Instead of trying to call back.
Well I’m a tourist in love.
I have to capture each moment.
If your store was closed then
Why do your signs say open?
I was just following directions
But I’m not your employee.
I just have a passion for photography.
Pictures are worth a thousand words
But picturing us together only lasted one night.
Whether in color or black and white,
No matter what setting or light,
You had to crop yourself out of my life.
Now It’s a photo shoot
And you’re posing for free
But the photographer isn’t me
Luckily,
I prefer quality over quantity.
— Samuel Woods-Corr