Dejavu

It took me 10 minutes to resolve the question you had
and while I was sliding down the work and notes
I realized I was going through a dejavu,
I dreamed about the call
I dreamed about you before I met you, 10 years before I met you

I woke in a cold sweat back then
with my broken shoulder, and I sat in my bed,
it was pitch black and the cool air slides through the window
I spend the first minutes of my day trying to understand what it was
trying to pick up the pieces of a confusing dream.

I went by, and the dream would come back to me 3 times more that year
until it got lost in my memory, behind scars and stitches.

It took a third of my life to come back and bloom,
to show me that who I dreamed about the whole time
was always you ...

Icarus

I see you walk the earth
I long the sound of your high heels on the floor
holding my breath every time you walk by,
I see the blur you leave behind

I dare to stare those infinite hazel eyes
who hide and wander behind your delicate glasses
the ones that melt my will if I stay for long
I only stare when you look away

I try to get close, I wonder if I should
I try to wander by, to surrender my sacrifice to the oracle
I fear the flame but I'll die to touch the sun.

Saying "I like you" it's an understatement.
Because I've begged to God
to find one single thing that I wouldn't like in you 
but ever movement, every breath, every single little curl of hair
melts me down to my nerves...

And I would adore you from the distance to the eternity,
because I just don't know how to touch the sun ...