A Song of Anticipation ( poem on Only Reminds Me of You MV)

Disclaimer: This poem is not mine, no Copyrights intended.

I would love to put credits to the author of this poem, but sadly, the author is unknown as well as the title. though some claims, it is entitled as "The Question", while others claimed it to be entitled as "Song of Anticipation". 

There are also two versions of this poem that has been circulating in the ineternet that adds up more confusion to everyone,

Nonetheless, I believed this poem is worth sharing, thus, I took the liberty of sharing this to you.

enjoy!

XOXO

P.S.

the Music video that started it all, is here -------------> 

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Version 1

A song of anticipation follows

black-leather footsteps

Seconded by the pitter-pattering

of a fist-sized machine

I am jailed by your memory

These bars of sunlight

& walls of sunset smoke

Even in time, as each broken-hearted

fragment of elemental disposure

Configures into sympathic visions

melting to memories

Pictures hanged by cherry wood frames

and dry silk onto the walls

It embeds albums of time and

glossed fractures of torn destinies

In this cage, I spin into a coffin

and break away to glass

I, a restless bird, yearning for freedom

from the chains of tyranny

In this momentum, I confide,

in which I could never understand

Love travels in a cycle of mirage-fogged aura

It’s when the eyes of nightingales

rise onto angel wings

And the ink they write it on

Has just no story to tell

In riddle, I explain these contritions

in fallen tears of memories

But what is never to be occurred

from the sins you’ve planted

Tell why I’m alive.......

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Version 2

A song of anticipation follows

black leather footsteps

seconded by the pitter pattering

of a fist-sized machine.

I am jailed by your memory, these bars of sunlight

and walls of scented smoke

and brown wood where picture frames of evening coffee stains

and cherry lip gloss rent spacesat the back of my head.

Eventually the present becomes a cage,

I, a restless bird fearing flight

and longing instead to return

and rest in the warm embraces of your shell.