Love

It's a dejávu I can't really give a clear view I could be blind for all I care But my heart beat is a drum I can't ignore This feeling is rare I have fallen only to sustain bruises severally But this fall is somewhat different It comes with a bonus of sensations I can't quite explain If I was a pencil I would sharpen my graphite alittle bit more to highlight what I feel But I can only align this to love The only cacoon that opens to beauty A painful shell to break but not one can resist Lately I've been love thrilled like never It's scary to admit but I'm not ashamed If my drum beats are scribbled with your name Would you dance to my tune? Not to be a laughing stalk But the road to my drum storage room right in the septum of my heart.