Ghostly Whispers
sunshine bends until there's fall
In that shine you can know it all
Upstairs through the attic window
Some spirits ready to jump your soul
Seeing yourself through their eyes
Shedding skin while bashing lies
Uniquely American burning herds
Profit from leaves with printed words
Take the bridge to the other side
Maybe grow wings and gonna fly
It's not so much Déjà vu
Recognizing what I see in you
And what you see in me
Is what I feel it needs
What I feel it needs
It's in you
Déjà vu
Leaning into sunshine burnt gold
It was bought before it was even sold
An autumn attic filled with sorted songs
None of them about you doing wrong
It's not nostalgic what was left behind
That's why spirits try to go back in time
it's as simple as forgetting to say I love you
And in a ghostly whipper, "it isn't Déjà vu"
Take the bridge to the other side
Maybe grow wings and gonna fly
It's not so much Déjà vu
Recognizing what I see in you
And what you see in me
Is what I feel it needs
What I feel it needs
It's in you
Déjà vu
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John Conte
Everyday Poet
August 24, 2025
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