Dejavu
Her inability to love.
Love like bitter sweet honey,
Humming to the song of her heart,
One she has long forgotten the lyrics.
A reminisced feeling of sealed Déjà vu.
And she struggles.
At sight of change,
Freedom of her own mind.
Inability broken.
She is afraid.
A violent ringing in her ears.
Her hearts song screams
As she willingly closes the door
With a tender smile.
Copyright © Fae Holyoak | Year Posted 2025
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