𝔽𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕟 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥

Our age doesn't talk danger anymore,
Anyway mid thirties glide to peace,
Your hand touches my hand on strange hour,
Did you get the feel?
When it's me and you.

Tell me you still believe in magic,
You can dream in frost,
We can take life beyond God's play of tragic,
When our eyes meet and go lost.
Did you get the feel?
When it's me and you.

Have you seen the white cold rain in snow field?
Butterflies fly there putting the art of snowflakes on, on wings,
There does a pink bud burgeon, though lone but unknown to yield.
Did you get the feel?
When it's me and you.

I see the boys ride black mustang,
It is the way they live as it too used to be our religion.
I don't chase them with my eyes as I know they're going to where we'd been___
It doesn't no more hit me like a lightening.
Did you get the feel?
When it's me and you.

Girls who slip in milky filter fall for feral summer,
They slide in mini soft corset, riding the town bitin' wild flowers.
I unpack my old box of magic reckless and sing them to_____
come back, I touch the ribbon and put the sundress in, when they do.
Did you get the feel?
When it's me and you.

We don't like storms like we used to,
Going out and get revving with the wind seems long ago,
Rather we can warm our chairs to stare at how it takes,
A long fortnight for a weaver bird to make what we once put at stakes.
Did you get the feel?
When it's me and you.

We no longer,
Wish on the bird's wings, on the beauty frightening,
They go fly thundering, we stay here___
Wait up thinking how pretty a day could end.
The line no more falls into blur,
And now we hear the silence in clear.
Did you get the feel?
When it's me and you.

Now I can love you and love me too,
Like You love you and I know you'd let me do.
Did you get the feel?
When it's me and you.

The End