Time cruises around like a hotshot in a sports car Top down, wind blowing; head shaking moments Fingers tapping the steering wheel to a song not yet written Unburdened freedom is better than a first kiss; well, almost Or that last look waving goodbye summers end drift Time is an orphan, belonging to no one; …
Tag: déjà vu
Déjà vu Love Affair
You kissed me first, I remember it well, laughter fills the air you flash that Sandbar grin memories dock side keep flaunting happiness as if it were something attainable sustainable not fleeting or a mere moment of joy from the past your eyes meeting mine not the first time déjà vu quick glance second chance …
Trilby Yates 