If memories could be pickled
What if memories could be pickled?
What if that heart-in-my-mouth feeling
when I saw most beautiful things,
together with my darlings could be preserved?
Saved somewhere to be felt again?
If I could store all our giggles and smiles together
And oh also all our bubbly lil shenanigans!
I could have a taste of those feeling
every once in a while,
those giggle filled classrooms and playgrounds
To savour the flavour of...
What if that heart-in-my-mouth feeling
when I saw most beautiful things,
together with my darlings could be preserved?
Saved somewhere to be felt again?
If I could store all our giggles and smiles together
And oh also all our bubbly lil shenanigans!
I could have a taste of those feeling
every once in a while,
those giggle filled classrooms and playgrounds
To savour the flavour of...