History Repeats Itself

They say history repeats itself
over and over and over
the same history is repeated daily in my head
the same words relayed in different forms
communication drowns out the fear
and laughter shines light on a darkened corner
only for a little while
you see, history repeats itself
when is healing supposed to begin
if the constant reminder of battles fought
rip open new wounds
the soft touch of love can cover the pain
but ever so fleeting my hand in yours
as the sweet taste of your lips gets lost to the wind
until tomorrow, we meet history again

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