I caught something on the wind last week, that felt a lot like love.
And I longed to hold it close to me, like my hand would wear a glove.
But there was nothing I could grab onto, within that fleeting breeze.
And once it passed beyond me,
nothing remained that I could seize.
With a flash of light I realized, I was headed back to hell.
My hope of love now faded, with a blowing broken spell.
Now I know what was carried, on the wind that fateful day.
It was my own unrequited love, passing by me in that way~
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