Deja-vu of my life

Someone who desperately wants to be in love.

I wake up every morning

And the wind caresses me

It always must remind me

Of another side of me

 

One that lusts

After love

One that begs

After the déjà vu

Fades to quiet

 

So I get up every morning

And rub my eyes in pain

But no amount of rubbing

Can take away the throb

 

One that lusts

After love

One that begs

After the déjà vu

Fades to quiet

 

So I sit on my bed in the morning

And wipe my eyes of fate

And beg that on this day

Love may be found at last

 

One that lusts

After love

One that begs

After the déjà vu

Fades to quiet

 

I go about my business

Ignoring the tears of my life

And beg in all the meantime

That perfect love will end my strife

 

One that lusts

After love

One that begs

After the déjà vu

Fades to quiet

 

I come home at the end

And look into my mirror

And see a single tear fall

That today was not my salvation

 

One that lusts

After love

One that begs

After the déjà vu

Fades to quiet

 

So I sit upon my bed again

Just trying not to think

But sobbing to myself because

I see love portrayed before me

 

One that lusts

After love

One that begs

After the déjà vu

Fades to quiet

 

I pray to god so helplessly

I beg that he might save me

From the abyss that consumes my soul

Shall I give him one more chance?

 

One that lusts

After love

One that begs

After the déjà vu

Fades to quiet

 

Now I have sobbed for a century

I have loved for an eternity

I will always love just you

Always you, only you

 

To the depths of my soul

I dive to meet you

 

Figment whom I long to meet.

The End

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