of déjà vu

a sense of familiarity bottled up inside my mind

a volcano of nostalgia, understanding of some kind

i swear this wasn’t the first time we stood face to face

this pumped out affection made my heart race and race

and somehow i knew your name before the introduction

but these barbed wire thoughts led to no deduction

i cannot for the life of me remember when we’ve met

and you in your entirety knew not my silhouette.

i don’t quite understand why i feel this way

but i’ll expose these thoughts to quick and quiet decay

and how do i find the words to express how i feel

when all i know to do is to run and hide and seal?

i’m not looking for love or a bond of any form

but i await the calm for this troubling thought storm.


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