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.