I'm tired of the dark and dour
so I wrote this instead
not really all that badly flowered
revelations in, my head
Have you ever wondered
why sometimes, there's deja vu?
a place that you've been before
memories that someway somehow
bleed and burn
right through
I had one just the other day
a passing in the crowd
eyes that met, hearts at play
so very bright, and loud
Suffice to say and ponder
with a thought profound
fighting the need to wander
held upon that spot
ecstatic and
spellbound
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC
I'm tired of the dark and dour
so I wrote this instead
not really all that badly flowered
revelations in, my head
Have you ever wondered
why sometimes, there's deja vu?
a place that you've been before
memories that someway somehow
bleed and burn
right through
I had one just the other day
a passing in the crowd
eyes that met, hearts at play
so very bright, and loud
Suffice to say and ponder
with a thought profound
fighting the need to wander
held upon that spot
ecstatic and
spellbound
;D
We've cajoled and succumbed
to feelings and touches of light
all but left our spirits numb
exhausted in
the night
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