Dejavu

Dejavu The strumming of my guitar fills the space The same guitar I played years ago Our old high school T-Shirts cover our bodies As the hot liquid touches our lips onces again. You taste of tea and chocolate, You feel like sweet memories and screams of joy. Our skin is not as soft as it use to be But much more resistant to life itself And the others intoxicating touch Cause we have longed for the other for so long It almost feels wrong to give in But how can I not when you look like my lost innocents And feel like the lost time. Dejavu clouds everything Because we have done this so many times In and out of my dreams I have never forgotten what the small touches felt like I have never forgotten you I have forgotten something though, what it feels like to feel, What it feels like to be alive. I think that is why I give in to you after resisting running back so many times Because right now I need to feel alive again And if someone can do that its you. It is your small touches and your smile when hearing that strumming of my guitar, It is the sweet taste of your lips And the clouds of dejavu It is everything we did and everything I long to do again It is my lost innocents and the memories we made Those have brought me back so many times before So they are going to again now Because they have to Because they are my last hope Because I truly believe those can make me feel something That you and our shared dejavu can make me feel alive again.