Saturday, August 28, 2010

Maybe it’s just because we’re young
We’re beautiful in our suntanned skin
To soft and warm to be old and grey

Or maybe it’s because we don’t know
Don’t know the fear that old age and half lives
Can bring

But I swear
When you look at me
When we sit and speak and you’re eyes glow
Gold with a thought that I don’t know

Maybe could never know

I swear to God that you are delighting
In my existence

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