Pictures

6×4 photographs,
A pile of polaroids too.
These memories we’ve kept through time;
Pictures of me and you.

Whenever that we seem to find,
That we might drift apart.
We always have these memories;
We get a restart.

My love is nothing stranger than a photo framed in blue.
Open your arms, pick your slack and follow me through.

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