Brought Back (A Song) Poem by Jade Leven

crumpled-up letters next to yellowed photographs
brings back the white noise of our fading laughs
now that's what I call over
now that's what you call love

backseat whispers after summertime walks
the sadness within our little talks
now that's what you call over
now that's what I call love

everything... don't let it be remembered
everything... let the ink turn it black
everything... just try to forget about it
everything... don't let it be brought back

words spoken softly in the cool night air
your fingers memorizing every strand of hair
now that's what I call over
now that's what you call love

sobbing forever against your chest
hearing you tell her I wasn't the best
now that's what you call over
now that's what I call love

everything... don't let it be remembered
everything... let the ink turn it black
everything... just try to forget about it
everything... don't let it be brought back

I never would have known
and I don't understand why I'm thinking about you
I never would have known
that I'd ever be looking ahead without you

everything... don't let it be remembered
everything... let the ink turn it black
everything... just try to forget about it
everything... don't let it be brought back