Continuous Loop

I walk and think things to myself These things I keep up on a shelf Inside my heart is where they live And when I want, to me they give The thoughts I stored there back to me Thoughts not yet a memory But yet I see them like they were Experienced by him and her Him is me and her is you And I would swear that it was true That I did taste your lips so sweet I keep the button on repeat To play the moment once again When I first kissed my bluebird, --n