Photographs
Captured moments in time,
when that's all that we had and
nothing seemed too much or too little,
we were just two people;
with nothing but time
to take photographs
and frame them on our hearts.
Etch memories in our head and dance
with the butterflies in the pit
of our stomachs crippled with fear
'cause all we've got is a clock.
A voice which doesn't always say it right
and a camera that never lies.
like the mirror, in which you take no comfort.
Your mouth is dry, palms damp with sweat
'cause all you've got is time.
Captured moments in photographs,
a smile and a game, in which you've
lost the dice.