LOVE LETTERS

Tattered bits of paper
Tied with tattered bits of string
Faded ink once washed with perfume
Words that eloquently sing
The sweetest, softest moments
Like scattering silk ribbons
And we commit those crimes to paper
A testament of time

Fatal words keep on failing
Fail to scan and strain to rhyme
Proverbial eleventh hour
The slowing down of time
The sweetest, softest moments
Like scattering silk ribbons
And we commit those crimes to paper
A testament of time

One day they will tear this whole place down
And this lingering ache will finaly fade
Maybe I can put love letters down
Love let us down
And maybe I can bring myself around

Tattered strands of memories
Hazy words that slowly pale
Birthday smiles and secret kisses
Catclough never seemed to fail
The sweetest, softest moments
Like scattering silk ribbons
And we commit those crimes to paper
A testament of time