Polaroid

I took a trip to my parents attic

that windy day in may

Moved around some boxes

Came across my old polaroid camera

Turned it on and switched through memories

Built by an 18 year old me

I saw the smiles, the laughs and the cries

But i didn't stop to think twice

i came across one where i saw you

and how we used to act so carefree

with a boisterous look on our faces

i suddenly felt my aura shift

i took the camera downstairs

showed it to my family, who cared

i thought about calling you up

i had heard around town you had had enough

our past is trapped in a polaroid

a snapshot, a camera, film

none of these match what we used to feel

you are no longer a raging thought

merely a lost soul trapped on my polaroid, for dear life