We have these words we cannot speak
When all the feelings freeze our tongue
But when these moments capture us
We capture them within a song
A poem, a novel, a vintage photograph
Brings back the things that we no longer do
The kisses, laughs, the mortified looks
Still curve our lips when we forget how to
Our four a.m. eyes as we go to bed
Drift from the coldness of the misty morn
Into the pain of little weary heads
When sleep departs from us at afternoon
Or how about the outrageous smell
Of overcooked banana cakes
And all the ringing of the bells
While fireworks fly into the air
(Though time forgets to look back at
the people we have been
It's delicate to have them trapped inside
the beating thing within)
We have these words we cannot speak
When all the feelings freeze our tongue
But when these moments capture us
We capture them within a song
A poem, a novel, a golden photograph
So that one day, when our hair goes gray
We can't forget where we belong
So that one day, when we all rot away
We can't forget where we belong
(We won't forget where we belong)
- theptwelve
December 14, 2017
