strolling through the pasture
blind to what I’m after
this journey is aimless without the presence of your laughter
as I walk through where the flowers bloom
I try to fight the feeling coming soon
the one where me and you
turns into nothing more
then a dream I explored
before I woke up alone in my room
it’s funny, your hurdles I’ve jumped over
clawed to pure closure
but somehow this spell you casted
has lasted through till I grew 5 years older
it’s strange, the page of moving on
is well in the past
even though I healed faster than fast
your sorcery is holding me so slightly within your grasp