The Photo Book

A place of the past
But the past goes so fast
The pictures are frozen
But when I look they aren't

Flashbacks appear anywhere I look
It may seem like an ordinary book
But to me it's magical
And don't forget it's radical

It saves me from the night
It won't give up without a fight
A fight to keep me happy
“But why?” I ask

Because I am the king
And I am unhappy
With its legion of jesters
It will keep me happy

Over 1000 memories we share
I wouldn't trade you
For a billion dares
I will never lose you