Again!

It’s pretty,

Pretty again

And I hear it again,

The violin hum;

I shake up to realize

I haven’t had any rum.

But I see it again

I see it happening now

I think

Think again

And I look forward

To live the moments

I wake up to remember

And realize their torments.

But I see it again

A half of I want it now

Not my fault

Not my fault again

It treats me such and

I forget all – now and old

I slap my head to stop

Even ere, I couldn’t be bold.

I see it again

I think of the right wrong now

It’s fervent,

Fervent again;

I remember the last

I compare the reasons and all.

And sigh as I have always done;

A faint smile and I take the call.

I’m falling again.

Falling in love again now;

If not sincere as last

’m learning to love again, now…