January 29th, 2009

Have we spoken before?
Please, excuse me,
but you look so familiar
Perhaps in another life, then.
Sorry for bothering you.

But your hair!
It's so soft, and
I couldn't help but notice
Your blonde roots.
They remind me of someone
I know.
And your eyes
Like onyx
Surely we've spoken?

But no, you tell me
In that saccharine drawl,
We've never met
Never spoken
Until now.

But I can't help
How familiar this all is.