and the clock struck 12.
soft blushy cheeks and dreamy eyes!
turned her hair to his face and grabbed her bag of lies.
she ran, she ran away,
every memory of her ran with her but a piece of glass chose to stay.
standing there, he thought “magic?” isn’t she?
grabbed her shoe and her blurred memory.
will he find her? will he live his life of glory?
the perfect fit and there she is, the perfect end to a perfect story.