(c) 2011-2012 'Safira B'
he's looking at you with baby blues
end, it's the end, you think.
she is on his arm, clinking like chains
nobody minds, you know
only you do
time sneaks away from you both.
maybe one day, you'll meet with grays
in your hair and he will know
now what he didn't then; you are his
everything and he is yours.
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