I've met you before...

I am not yours and you are not mine.

so how are you so familiar to me?

Maybe in a different time, a past that death we did part,

maybe in another time we promised each other our heart.

Maybe we met in a different life where we were lovers beyond control,

maybe we promised to meet again after death had taken our soul.

Always meant to meet in our wild perfect place,

yet always straying from the path,

only cursed to meet again and deal with this futile wrath.

Knowing deep within me, I know I've met him before, 

and saddend that he never showed, or knocked upon my door. 

I've searched for him forever, opening the door to let him in,

instead he never found me, and I know I'll never feel his skin or kiss his lips again.

How many times must we die before we get it right,

How many times must we sleep alone til we win this erotic fight?

How many times must it take before our bodies can say good night?