gallery Broken spell~


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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