The Old Songs

The Old Songs

(by Luke Walter A. Ceballos)

Hiding inside myself,

to wait and see a different view in my life --

someone waiting home for me,

maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder.

I know you'll understand,

the moment you touch me --

maybe it's you,

maybe the old songs.

I've been so alone all my life,

I guess I wanted something new in my life.

I've been saving love songs and lullabies,

I'm tired of listening alone.


Game:

I wrote this back in college. There is a pattern I used in writing this. Can you identify the pattern? What is it? Please give your answer in the comments section. Thanks.