Déjà vu
The feeling
I've done this before
The little glances that make you twist
The twinkle in your eyes and the
Smile on your lips
Déjà vu
The seeing
I've seen this before
In the way you walked right over
Held out the key and effortlessly
Opened that door
The feeling
That I'm going to get used again
Without seeing it until
The near end
Déjà vu
The feeling
I've done this before
Fallen for that laugh and those eyes
Bright and warm, they are
The windows to your soul
Déjà vu
The seeing
I've seen this before
The way you walked into my life
Changed the lightbulbs and
Became my light
The feeling
That we're going to meet again
And I will see you
When this ends
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoetryJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
