You were the book in the past which I swore to write a sequel with
A wedding, a house, a kid, a garden filled with roses and tulips
But then I realized I deserve a new page to write my own story
I close the book and re-read it once again

*

"Just one more," I said with my heart
The last part of me who don't want to let go
But I know I need to walk forward
With one final petal, with one final blow