Maybe it's in your smile, that shyness was tickling, like a feather running through my skin
Or maybe it's that waterfall pouring out of your head, the crushing thickness of your dark hair that reminds me of someone
But by the Gods, I've met you before
Where the moon glance at the sea, we've met each other
You were the first to take my breath away, a little cliche, but not too far away from the truth
The thrill hasn't left my mind when those lips were dancing around mine
But then, there it is, that old familiar sting
When the smoke cleared, there you are, a different kind of painting
Naked, exposed, transformed into billion little things, alien but cursed with reminiscing
And so I was right, we have met before