your spell Poem, by asrealastheycome, at My poetic side

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

your spell