Deja Vu or Something True
The Uncertain Boundaries of Love and Memory
Some say that love feels old and new
A mystery we can’t see through
From what I’ve known when I’m with you
I hold with those who feel it’s true
But if this love is just a dream
I think I’ve seen the in-between
That echoes, though they seem so bright
Can blur the lines of wrong and right
So whether love is false or true
In every kiss, in all we do
It’s in the heart where feelings grow
In whispered thoughts, in what we know
For love is more than déjà vu
It’s in the moments shared with you
A fleeting glance, a silent plea
Or just a thought that you love me.
About the Creator
Hanen Mehadbi
Passionate about writing and reading, I immerse myself in the world of books and creativity. I find inspiration in green spaces and value spirituality in my life. I also adore cats, who add a special charm to my everyday life.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insight
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Keep reading
More stories from Hanen Mehadbi and writers in Poets and other communities.
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx8 days ago in FYI
Comments (1)
This is very beautiful