Warehouse whispers, dust thick as fate,
Blow off the years, let the memories create,
Photo frames crack but the soul won’t break,
Time’s a stubborn thief, but the shine’s still great.
Snapback rewind, the echoes don’t fade,
In the gray of the past, the brilliance stayed.
Even in the shadows, light found its place,
Old flames flicker, but they never erase.
Rusty edges, tales long untold,
The warmth of youth wrapped in a sepia hold.
A labyrinth of laughter through this warehouse mold,
Your face still golden, brighter than gold.
Dust in the air, like an unscored track,
Each speck a story, can’t take it back.
Tangled lives in a cornered stack,
But I’d relive it all, no matter the lack.
Scribbled on the back, a date to recall,
Your eyes like the sun couldn’t cover them all.
Even with the years building up this wall,
The past speaks loud when the future’s small.
Snapback rewind, the echoes don’t fade,
In the gray of the past, the brilliance stayed.
Even in the shadows, light found its place,
Old flames flicker, but they never erase.
Rusty edges, tales long untold,
The warmth of youth wrapped in a sepia hold.
A labyrinth of laughter through this warehouse mold,
Your face still golden, brighter than gold.
Dust in the air, like an unscored track,
Each speck a story, can’t take it back.
Tangled lives in a cornered stack,
But I’d relive it all, no matter the lack.