In the window
awakens an old memory,
timeless, that place.
Old dues and new storms -
of old loves, and the colour of your voice.
Life is yours;
make time, give time, take time out -
I want a love like me thinking of you //
thinking of me thinking of you.
In no particular order, I'd like to thank the following artists for
their contributions to my manipulative, poetic theft.
Old Memory by William B Yeats
This Type Love by Saul Williams
Time, Time, Time by Shaun William Hayes
Drums by Xenie
Buttons by TeaOrCoffee
In The Window by LCameron
The End of This Road by BeQuestionable
Life by WritingLife
P.S. Judges, I'd like to make a particular note of how I completely disregarded the rules, and in my utterly devious rebellion smashed through the eight line cap for formatting purposes. So sue me, you cuddly bunch, you.