They say photographs are precious Because they remind you that once upon a time Even just for a heartbeat Everything was perfect Looking through my phone I don't have any pictures From some of the best days of my life Because i was too busy dancing in the sunset Pressing lips against the people i loved the most To remember to pull out my phone And snap a picture
Those moments are engraved in my brain Locked inside my heart's deepest chamber Melted into every ounce of my soul Replaying in my wildest dreams every night
I guess the best place to be alive Is in each other's memories It's the warmest feeling An eternal smile on our face Fingers intertwined Heartbeats synchronised Under the stars On the beach In the sunset At the mall In your bedroom with too little space With the air on Cuddling to "The Notebook"
Staring at the clouds I dream of flying through them Unbound and care free
Sun now warms my cheek Pearl pink castles made of clouds How I miss my youth
One minute it's freezing, the next it's a lovely day. London! Though I've got alot on my mind, I couldn't help but make shapes of the clouds and be truly immersed in it. It felt so real. I really miss just being a kid... Lyn ***
Undertone, the time spent on tone ,past circles where emotions ran high Couch vibes, scary movies never missed in the pursuit to enjoy time never spent But remeberence of that time in pink, fuschia It might have been Times past , little pastimes shaded in sin Nothing like the last time, baked pizza and a smile for happiness that never hit past five five It was too short now in a right mind, only memories left for good times Water on the bless , your beautiful unoff for a lifetime Yet that bullet never made it to my heart till rusted pistol never stopped time I'm gone I'm wrong Now fly on while I sing along , you too cut on your don't fuvk with me flow
Why worry for youth if in your heart you're forever young If your joy is kept alive If your smile is still bright Why worry for the future of gray hairs and parchment skin If love is had would it be so bad To one day sit and reminisce without the threat of immortality Without the prison of eternal youth Fun for years Fun for hours Decades Centuries Eternity towers Appreciate the world When the spring in your step has gone sour Appreciate the season Stop and smell the flowers Feel the snow The cold The pain that as a youth you were in a rush to rid What have you to say after your rushing worries have rushed away What memories can you retain if you speed through to the end You can sit for years and muse, pretend Make a plan Take your time Life may be short but it's a short long while Especially to the end