"Deja Vu" by Aris Balu

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