When all is done It’s never really done. Really. You often asked yourself 'Will I see her again?' That’s not impossible in vivid reveries But it’s still a lie. Creating that illusion in your head Reversing time repetitively and everything will be as it is The way you wanted it to be.
Speculating if your love for her Was being marked for invalidity Moments imparted on phases that matters most The smell of berries in her hair That fiery gold in her eyes That emphatic touch that never waned 'But why so soon?'
You tried to run But you can’t Despite hiding in your illusory canopy These fragments aren't real anymore It was.
You tried rendering it to someone else But you pushed them away Not letting them in But you realized those feelings were real This new beginning was real But you shut everyone out Leaving that void of obscurity in your head
Your heart’s barely pumping Every second mattered Contemplating if it’s easy to plummet down from here Now you’re thinking with your heart Not your head It doesn't make any sense Because you created that You chose to be this way
You just wanted to be with her Just one day. Again.
But you can’t It’s not real anymore It will never be. Because it’s gone. She’s gone. **Forever.
Four years passed so fast. I'm just really content you're in a better place now. Never forgotten.