Dejavu
Dejavu
The strumming of my guitar fills the space
The same guitar I played years ago
Our old high school T-Shirts cover our bodies
As the hot liquid touches our lips onces again.
You taste of tea and chocolate,
You feel like sweet memories and screams of joy.
Our skin is not as soft as it use to be
But much more resistant to life itself
And the others intoxicating touch
Cause we have longed for the other for so long
It almost feels wrong to give in
But how can I not when you look like my lost innocents
And feel like the lost time.
Dejavu clouds everything
Because we have done this so many times
In and out of my dreams
I have never forgotten what the small touches felt like
I have never forgotten you
I have forgotten something though, what it feels like to feel,
What it feels like to be alive.
I think that is why I give in to you after resisting running back so many times
Because right now I need to feel alive again
And if someone can do that its you.
It is your small touches and your smile when hearing that strumming of my guitar,
It is the sweet taste of your lips
And the clouds of dejavu
It is everything we did and everything I long to do again
It is my lost innocents and the memories we made
Those have brought me back so many times before
So they are going to again now
Because they have to
Because they are my last hope
Because I truly believe those can make me feel something
That you and our shared dejavu can make me feel alive again.
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