Nostalgia | ✔

Polaroid

i'm sure
there's got to be
a corruption
in the glowin' dots
of my constellation
'cause i always seem
to be so stuck
in the same ol' beam
that sneaks in
from behind
the net curtain
in the hope of
meeting you again
somewhere
midway
in the middle of
a summer day

oh i know
i know
these tricks of fate
for they make me pay
at any cost
regardless of
how i feel
so utterly lost
and so stuck
like a crumpled reel
of a vintage camera
that doesn't go back
and can't come out
either

oh this 'either'...

alas! how i wish
i could be
that camera in which
the images flip out
by themselves
one by one
and not so stuck
like a crumpled reel
of a vintage camera
but ever so smooth
like silk rolling
down the mahogany
staircase railing
oh what do we call it?
which gives out
pretty pictures
vibrant 'n' deceptive
easily receptive
what do we call it?
that fills the void
oh i know now
the crumpled me
was so devoid
that all i ever wanted
was to be a polaroid