Going Through Old Photos
‘Smile’ he said, and I smiled Oh, baby, I was so wild And free and nothing Nothing Could hurt me Or so I believed So I smiled for him Making jokes about how I’d break The camera lens Not knowing that I’d break Not bend Not a matter of if but when And baby, I remember that day Like it was yesterday It was my birthday Gifts and ribbons and a bottle of wine Oh, baby, you looked so fine Unruly hair and leather Snakeskin boots...