Deja Vu
Spring showers of pleasure and pain...
Each drop of rain is a different name
and the lands in my heart are in a constant drought.
My emotional needs know no out...
Survival instinct's eyes hypnotized in her hips,
As I'm lost within the sips
of her fingertips...
Her lips' whispers nourishes my essence.
Everyday is intense and tomorrow's suspense
consumes my common sense...
I vent without her...
within her... my memories of...
I love her more today than yesterday
and less than I will tomorrow...
The sorrow that follows the absence
of her scent is confusion...
Our love an illusion
yet I'm continually refusing to accept it.
I follow my urges to no destination.
The silhouette that I'm facing
brings elation to my existence that dies.
A familiar soul in the windows of her eyes...
Fate cries out to the destiny
I should go to. I know it
"Excuse me... do I know you?"
By: Soul's Floetry
It's her...
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