Inside your Window

Inside your window
I see the light
Open up your curtains
Let me see through you

I belong now
I belong now to you

We write in poetry what we don’t mean in real life
There’s nothing in Marseille
There’s nothing Toulouse

Let me in I will make you a misfit
You will hate me for the rest of the night
But that’s alright

I will write that I love you
But I won’t mean it

Inside your window
I see the light
Open up your curtains
Let me see through you

I belong now
I belong now to you

 

 

Author: Ibn Rishdi

No one's great.

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