I want to grow old with you
I want to grow old with youEach moment I laugh with you
Tight jeans which was my favourites
Soup and bread which will be our tablets
Grey hair which we use to tease
Black hair which no more exsist
Lipstick which I used to look good
Chewinggum which used to be your food
We no more can drink beer
While we seriously can't hear
Big glasses when we can't see
We end saying who is she
Long stick on our right hand
They are laughing we can't understand
Life is passing growing older
Can't watch HarryPotter
That fantastic moment with you
Happy tears white and blue
Poetry by Zainab
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Written on 2006-08-09 at 08:48
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