The flutter of lashes
smash through the air,
cuts to the chase and
she knows
I'll be there.
The smile says it all,
as I fall,
and her eyes liquid blue
cut to the chase.
Face touching face we
cut to the chase
and the lights go down
in Halifax.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
The flutter of lashes
smash through the air,
cuts to the chase and
she knows
I'll be there.
The smile says it all,
as I fall,
and her eyes liquid blue
cut to the chase.
Face touching face we
cut to the chase
and the lights go down
in Halifax.
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