Deja Vu

Damn i miss you, if it wasn't for the fact that i don't know you, we would be perfect, till then i have to wait.

I don't know you, but i miss ya. You have never really know or wanted to know me, but i feel this pain of wanting you non the less. I miss you like the sun misses the flower, like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter, instead of beauty to direct it's light to, the heart becomes cold and desolate, just like the world your absence has banished me to. But this is all old news. You already knew this didn't you? No you didn't, thats because you never really wanted to know me, know about me. But one thing has changed this time around, me. Now, i am perfect, i evolved. I am happy. Not about us, i still need you. But in time that will change to, it always does, it always has. Thats how i know that it will. You see, this isn't the first time this has happened. Just a different name, different time, different person. But it always ends the same, and i don't think that will ever change, if it does, let me know.