an obsession is deja vu

where does the obsession grow
it's like deja vu sense knows
what is it, fragrance falls the nose

sight of a face breed familiarity
you see that face over and over
as the illusion of it spinning regularity

its a song that plays over and over
in a luring sound with haunting attraction
drawing you closer and closer to insanity

the face you associate the perfume she wears
the aroma haunts you like the song compares
you cry like you never forget like deja vu tears

i wear the perfume that you never forget
i set the stage that we met for deja vu you get
i know you never forget, i saw you sweat

Reviews

[STEVEN]

you are such a wonderful writer...everything put together so well...words that make me feel i am there and the smell of perfume is the aroma that haunts me forever...beautiful...well done...