dejavu
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1 min readAug 9, 2019
I wish to dry her dripping tears
for it made me recalled the moment
when i ended that night walking in solitude
underneath the pouring rain…
it reminded me of the heaviness,
the echoes of vows left unfulfilled..
walking that dark alley whilst unknown chatters, to run slips in my memory.
i saw her sobs, the number of times,
its depth just to catch her breath
pleading her senses to stop
and set her free…
“what am i?”
three words let out as whispers,
a death sonata to a mourning spirit …
in sleep it pricks,
a lullaby singing her to sleep
“to you i am just…”
the blade to shattered hearts,
my death sonata.
